Longing Hearts Novels & Stories

Stun in silence and speechless as his heartbeat the familiarity of the melody and worst as greed is engulfing him inside to know and meet that person who owns that symphony of her song. “Your very memory is in my heart. Like a cold yet sweet dream. With you and I, in a dreamscape. Everything dies. As no secret will be kept. The tears that I cry. I only wish to be with you. Will you hear my call? Can you come with me? Upon this darkness. I want you to be with me.” Somehow driven and hitting with pain, he pounds his chest to where his heartbeats. With a smirk and a sigh, he wanted to curse this sudden pain and longing towards the song and the words that somehow, engulf him with regret inside.

The simplest gestures from them, a smile, a word, a casual touch that sends ripples through your heart, threatening to drown you in a sea of longing. The agony of forbidden love is etched into every fiber of your being. It is a constant battle between heart and mind, desire and morality. You question the righteousness of your feelings, tormented by the knowledge that pursuing this love could cause immeasurable pain to those around you. Yet, you are powerless to resist the gravitational pull of your emotions.

Two Lonely Hearts That night, Daniel sat on the balcony, staring at the dark roads, while miles away, Amira lay curled on her bed, clutching her pillow like it could stop her from shattering. Both thinking of the same moments. The same smiles. The same almost-kiss in the garden. The same comfort. The same ache. Two people in the same city, under the same sky— but separated by power, fear, and heartbreak. But even in their pain, something remained alive. A pull. A longing. A truth too strong to bury. Love doesn’t die quietly. And this love— their love— was not done fighting. Not yet.

Chapter 53: Lisa's pov Two days. That’s how long it had been since I’d last seen him. Two long, torturous days filled with silence, guilt, and longing. The mansion had become a hollow, frozen place in his absence. Every room felt colder, every hallway stretched longer, like time itself had slowed down just to torture me. Even the walls seemed to echo with his absence—whispers of footsteps that no longer came, the ghost of a voice that had once made my heart race.

The earth itself felt like it was holding its breath. Laila sat in the front passenger seat, her gray eyes fixed on the massive, dark silhouette of the volcano that loomed through the gray morning mist. The ring of silver fire around her irises was pulsing with a slow, rhythmic intensity that matched the internal vibration of the three European Hearts in her soul. She could feel the fourth engine the Eastern Heart buried deep beneath the volcanic roots of the peak. It was loud, chaotic, and erratic, its frequency a frantic, metallic clicking that sounded like a million iron gears grinding against each other without any oil.

I say softly “The big slow heartbeat under everything,” he says, his eyes still fixed on the mountain. “It’s beating… but it’s lonely. It misses us.” A shiver moves through my body, though the air stays still. Him too, it touches - same feeling, just deeper than sight. Not imagined, more like knowing without words. Kieran approaches. “The path to the Heart is not for the faint of foot. It is a full day’s climb to the sacred cleft.”

" Just leave me alone Drake. That's all you can do to help me out." He looks hurt by my outburst. He came close to me making my heart almost jump out of my chest. His closeness is really affecting me a lot. Please stay away from me Drake. Seeing you just makes me confused and I don't know what I want to do. "How can I stay away from you when you're bound and etched in my heart. I can't live well anymore without you. I need you Carina. I miss you so much. I'm losing my mind Carina, please just give me a second chance to make things right between us."

Soloman stood outside the patio door next to his bedroom listening to the shower run. He took a long draw of his cigarillo and allowed the smoke to linger in his mouth, hoping the subtle scent would calm the blood that sizzled through his veins. The blood that raged through his cock and demanded he stalk into his washroom, drag Riley wet and dripping out of the shower and make her his woman.

Michael continued " but the past few months without you have been like a nightmare, I felt like something was missing in me, the was a void in me that I could not be filled no matter how hard I tried to fill it." " I tried to replace you by having meaningless flings, but nothing could ever come close to what you and I shared. when I saw you yesterday I realized you were the missing piece." Dari spent the first three months after their break up hoping and wishing he would come back and they will fix their relationship, but he never did, and now here he was five months later and a day after she had just had sex with another man. His actions were too little and too late at this point.

My heart clenched. “Do you remember Paris?” he asked suddenly. My breath hitched. “How could I forget?” Lorenzo smiled faintly, the memory softening his features. “There’s something I told you that night. Something I never explained.” He straightened, his voice dropping to a near whisper as he recited, “Car, vois-tu, chaque jour je t’aime davantage, Aujourd’hui plus qu’hier et bien moins que demain.” My lips parted in shock. “you never told me the meaning. What does it mean?”