Heartstrings Tugged Novels & Stories

Look at you shining like a diamond in a velvet blouse Oh look at you, when i looked at you It's a wonder why heaven ever gave you up All i want to do is look at you You are the woman that I waited for The only one I see I could live a million years or more And not explain this beautiful pain i go through when i look at you Look at me, a man at the mercy of a heart on fire Would you look at me?, helplessly Stunning like a drum full of pure desire Cant you see?, how desperately I want to take you in there arms of mine

She knew she had to tread lightly, so she let her compassionate nature guide her response, offering him the support he so desperately needed. “Don’t be so dismayed, brother, it’s society after all, they’ll always talk.” When he said nothing else, Beth sighed and continued on. “Actually, it warms my heart to see you so taken by someone. You can’t keep letting the pain of the past hold you back from finding happiness. Follow your heart, embrace this chance.”

I forced up a smile. He looked almost disappointed and I Ignored the slight tug in his chest. I stood up from my seat and headed towards the door. If I wasn't careful. I was going to give in to his request and I couldn't have him thinking that I was willing to do anything simply because he demanded it. I imagined Tamara at the table, taunting me with her eyes and then she would lean in to kiss him in my presence and I would feel that incredible tug in my chest. I would feel the overwhelming urge to rip my heart away from my chest.

I always feel as if that is the gown of a filthy witch who has got dark long black fangs, and who would jump down to the ground and come chasing me and then tug my shoulder to call me. *Experiencing someone's tug on the shoulder* My throat dried up, pulse increased, eyes burning badly when I indeed sensed somebody tugging my shoulder. After the battle with my heart no sooner did I turn around than, "Aaaahhh!" Tbc...

The kind of gentle apology you give someone before you break their heart. He didn't love me at all. The next day, I went to see Elder Lyra with red, swollen eyes. The Elder asked no questions. She calmly took out a magnificent piece of moonsilk tapestry. In the bottom right corner, there was a tiny, barely noticeable flaw. Elder Lyra picked up a pair of silver scissors from the table and, without hesitation, sliced the entire tapestry in half. "Elder!" I jumped up in horror. "A single flaw can ruin the whole cloth," she said, tossing the scissors aside. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, piercing my soul.

The mournful melody flowed from the speakers, diffusing through the space and tugging at the strings of her heart. With each passing note, the music coursed through Adrienne's veins, igniting a fire within her. Gradually, the slow rhythm stirred dormant emotions, coaxing her to respond. A small, tentative smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she surrendered herself to the call of the music.

“You don’t get him. You don’t own what chooses.” The cold wall pulsed, pushing back with renewed strength. Kieran cried out, his body arching as the frame dragged him in another inch. “Kaia—” His breath hitched. “They’re at my chest. I can feel the hinge threading through my ribs. It’s trying to make my heart a lock.” Tears burned my eyes. “Then I’ll break the lock.” I reached for him again, not just with my hands, but with the pull inside my chest. The thread stretched between us, bright and painful, as if it were being drawn out of my very soul.

It was as if an invisible string was pulling me towards her, urging me to step in and lessen the burden she was carrying. As I approached, I saw the anger in her eyes, and the sight shook me. The performance tonight had been electrifying, the raw emotion in her voice a siren’s call pulling me in. I had felt every word, every note, as if they were a direct channel to her heart. The song had spoken volumes about her feelings, and I had listened, enraptured.

Behind him, several guards were jostling and grunting as if they were trying to control something. Suddenly, my chest tightened. I felt something loop itself around my heart and cinch tight. I pictured it as a ribbon, and once it was tied, I felt the rest of it start to tug. Gently at first, but then it was insistent, as if it was trying to pull my whole body forward. The dread in my veins was replaced by a kind of anticipation. I felt poised to move instead of wanting to stay rooted to the floor. I wanted to give in to the tug of the ribbon and follow it to its other end.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned my back against it and just stood there, breathing, fighting not to scream. My chest rose and fell fast, like air suddenly became too heavy to breathe in this room. It felt like I was carrying stones in my lungs and fire in my veins. I didn’t even realize when my hand slid to my chest, right over my heart, like pressing there could calm the strange, painful pull I had felt all day. The bond… the stupid mate bond. It was like someone kept pulling a thread tied deep inside me. Tug. Pull. Twist.