Longing Hearts Mga Nobela at Kwento

The rain continued to fall outside, relentless and indifferent. Inside, three hearts waited in painful silence—each one broken in its own way, each one hoping for a miracle that might never come.

Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20. It wasn’t until later that I found out Felix had signed an organ donation form long ago. **May 17, XXXX** *Chloe’s heart condition flared up again today. It scared me to death. The doctor said she really needs a transplant, but we can’t find a match.* **July 14, XXXX** *I turned 18 today. I signed the organ donation form, but I didn’t tell her. This way, she has another chance to live.* …… His diaries were concise, but reading them made my eyes well up with tears.

Instead, I had to find a way to appeal to his emotions, make him understand why what he was doing had the potential to tear us apart. The sun goes down beneath the horizon, and suddenly, I feel the darkness closing in around me, making my fears more pronounced. This feeling of impending doom keeps clutching round my chest, refusing to let go. Suddenly, my phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me from my thoughts. It was a message from Leo: "Hey, just checking in. How is everything?

Clara's voice shook as she looked away, her hurt concealed by none. "I can't believe I have to watch you stay married to her for the next two years," she said, her shoulders sagging in despair. Damien bowed his head low, not even able to look at her. "My father wanted a five-year contract, not two." "What?!," Clara's eyes had widened with incredulity, and her eyes welled up with tears. "Five years? That is just so not fair, Damien. Two years was, like, already too long; now it is five?!

She looked at their young faces, realizing they must all be about 18- 19___, high school students. Her eyes settled on the couple beside her, capturing a male with a head full of short brown hair, long nose, full lips~ he was the kind of guy that could only be described as handsome. Looking like he could occupy a front page in a magazine. While sitting beside him, smiling coyly, was a delicate-looking young girl with waist-length black hair and bright eyes. The two indeed looked really good. However, Scarlet felt like something wasn't right... 'Fateball,' She called in her mind. Having gotten used to reading numerous transmigration books, Scarlet needed no teacher to tell her Fateball had a

I chuckle, “just not this one” “Oh Lorrie” she hugs me and I settle into her arms, she strokes my hair softly“what does your heart want? What does it yearn for? Who is that person that comes first to your kind when you feel down or happy? That's who you really love” “Have you ever been in love?” I say softly.

Lena couldn’t sleep. She sat on the edge of her bed, staring out the window. The night was quiet, but her mind was loud with anger. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Daniel’s face—his voice snapping, “Maya won’t do that!” like some kind of defense. Even after days had passed, the tension between them refused to ease. The silence in the house was heavy, filled with unspoken resentment. Lena couldn’t understand why Daniel’s heart still leaned toward someone who had already walked away. No matter what she did, Maya’s presence still lingered—quiet but powerful. It was like living in someone else’s shadow, and it gnawed at her more than she could admit.

Deny me something I had needed for longer than I had needed air. The moment felt like forever, but the longing and heat grew rapidly with every passing second. As if the next few moments could hold all that I couldn't feel in the last six years. It grew inside of my chest and I swore I could feel my heart beating again. This was agony, to touch something you had wanted for so long but you couldn't get a grip on it fully.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

I pushed them away and just let myself feel hollow. The bond strummed in my chest. It carved an intense longing for my moon-blessed. My heart was beatboxing with a dire ache for him. I yearned for his scent to wrap itself possessively around me to make my day better. Valen. I needed him. -