Heartstrings Tugged Novels & Stories

"I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. Hit me, curse me, do whatever you want, but don't stop loving me. Come back with me. You can punish me all you want, just come back!" "Don't touch me." A flash of disgust flickered in Aurora's eyes as she yanked her hand free. "It's over between us."

“You and me. I know you’ve been angry. You’ve been hurt. But don’t you remember what we had?” Her thumb traced the delicate underside of my wrist, a gesture once tender but now laced with a sense of manipulation. I pulled away, creating a distance that was both physical and emotional. Her softness was a façade, a cruel mask that hid the truth: there was no love here, no genuine devotion, and certainly no trust.

I fought the urge to grab my chest, shove my hand right into it and disconnect my heartstrings. “Zara…….” Was all I said again. "Zara…………..".

I reject Astrid as my mate. The tethered bond, the invisible thread that connected us, snapped. Not a clean break, but a violent, agonizing tear. Searing pain ripped through my chest, a physical agony that stole my breath. It was worse than any wound, a deep, internal rending that left me gasping, clutching at my chest. The green glow around me vanished, leaving me exposed, vulnerable, utterly barren.

Tyler POV I felt Stephanie’s anguish through the mate bond—a violent, heartwrenching twang of the string that threatened to snap. But it would never snap. It would never fray. It would only grow stronger, shimmer brighter, feel more visceral as we grew closer in heart and mind. And visceral it felt.

It was a magnetic tug on my marrow, promising I would never be lonely or dirty again. I could just let go. I could dissolve into this silver perfection and watch the world turn for a billion years. The thought made my phantom heart ache with a hollow, starving need. But then, I felt a tug. Not from the light. From the dark. A golden thread, thin but unbreakable, attached to my core. It pulsed with a rhythmic, organic heat. I looked down. I saw it stretching away into the darkness below. And at the end of that thread...

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

Lucas yelled. Janette didn’t listen and continued tearing the picture. Lucas stared at her wide eyed. It felt like with every tear, his heart tore along with it. The tears he had fought desperately to keep back came rushing down his cheeks. His heart was aching badly like a rope had been tied around it and was being tugged at, clearly trying to rip him apart.

She kept smiling happily, resting her head on his hard, warm chest. When Aurora smiled with her heart beating happily, Darius was busy plotting evil plans in his mind. During this week, he kept seducing her with his charms. He treated her gently, was kind to her, cared about her. He made her heart melt and flutter. He made her love him like crazy.

But I need to do it. If you do, they wanted me to call me crazy because of this mindset? Well, you're free to call me that. You can even slap me because I deserve that. I don't want to see him broken but I still want to continue my plan. MISSION: BREAK MY BOYFRIEND'S HEART. But... But how to break a heart? How to break his heart, I can't break his heart just like that, I love him so damn much… Suddenly, I saw Charles' face flashing in my mind…