Longing Hearts Novels & Stories

I vaguely remembered that the code to the door was my birthday date, but now, it wouldn't open no matter what I did. I texted Nathan and asked, "I need to pack. Can you tell me the code?" Just like always, there was no reply to my message. It wasn't until my whole body had gone numb from the cold that the door lock finally clicked open. The passcode was Nathan and Lily's wedding date. A woman's soft, flirty voice spilled through the gap in the door. "Nate, feel this rosary. Isn't it smooth from all the work I've done on it?"

A chain. We stay like that for a long time, in the falling silence, listening to our hearts beat, each in its cage of resentment and perverted desire. The ashes of our love are still warm. They sing a low, discordant melody, the only one we are still capable of hearing. And outside, night falls, definitive, taking with it any hope of a better new day. There will be no better. There will only be this. Waiting for the next spark. The fear and the desire for the next burn.

As I take a moment to contemplate and look back on the various experiences I have had in my life, I am overwhelmed by a deep and intense feeling of longing that permeates my heart. This yearning is a powerful and profound emotion that resonates within me, urging me to seek something more, something beyond what I have already encountered. It is a sentiment that goes beyond mere desire or longing for material possessions, but rather a yearning for a deeper meaning, purpose, or connection in life. This feeling is both captivating and poignant, as it stirs within me a strong desire to explore and discover what lies beyond I often experience a deep yearning for her company, desiring her to be phy

[Don't get out from your doorstep] Tanha raho ya bheer mein [It doesn't matter if you're alone or in a huge crowd] Hoti nehi kaam yeh tanhaayeen [The loneliness won't fade a bit] Yeh ishq mein seelan bhari... [This love is filled with so many holes (wounds)] Aati kaha se hein gehraayi... [How does the density come in love?] Kaise rahega tanha akela... [How will you live lonely?] Ae dil tu maasum he.... [Oh my heart you're very innocent/naive] Aate hein kaise aankhon mein aansoo [How do eyes get tears (of sorrow)]

It feels like death, just the same as bereavement and in quiet moments, it chokes my breath. Only Marvis whom I loved so much could be my assassin. It takes an inside job to attack one so resilient to emotional injury. That is my heartbreak. My heart has been shattered to millions of pieces that I don't even know how to pick and gather them so I can mend it.

The warmth and tenderness had faded, replaced by anger, resentment, and violence. She paused for a moment, her eyes staring blankly at the floor as she wiped away the last of the mess. She wasn’t going to wait for things to go back to how they once were,she had given up on that hope ages ago. The realisation hit her like a cold wave, the love they once shared was gone, and no amount of wishing or waiting would bring it back.

I roared but instantly stopped the minute I noticed that she didn't slow down for a second. The pain in my chest worsened; it ripped through the rope of our bond. Ripping cruelly deep into my bones. Every time she defied it, I bled inside. My heart slammed against my ribcage, like she was trying to chase after her before the rest of me caught up with her. And underneath it all, buried in the fire and torment, was something quieter but infinitely more dangerous: longing. I thought I had mastered the art of shutting up my desires, but they had always been there; I only mastered the act of pretending they weren't there.

Her handwriting was neater than I expected. "Bentley, I was the only one who wronged your brother. Don’t hate me." That evening, I bought myself a bouquet of sunflowers. As I walked back to my apartment, the sound of an accordion drifted through the alley. This time, I didn’t quicken my pace.

The Ascension of the Blazing Heart had synchronized every layer of existence into one harmonious pulse of desire. The Song now flowed like molten ecstasy, carrying the rhythm of thrusting bodies, gasping moans, and shared releases across all realities. Forty thousand years after chains first bound the soul, love and raw passion had become the foundational force of creation.

Eric was preparing dinner for himself and his daughter in the kitchen while Lizzy and her friends were doing group studies in the living room. He was about to leave to go to his room to finish some of his office work in the room when he overheard Lizzy’s friend discussing their mother. His daughter, unlike others, was listening to her friends in silence, and his heart clenched at that moment. During his heartbreak, he lost sight of the fact that Lizzy was still a child who longed for her mother's love. He may have loved her a lot in an attempt to fill the void left by Miranda's departure, but no matter how much he tries, he will never be able to fill that place.