Lost Hearts Short Story Novels & Stories

But three mornings a week I sat at the desk in the room that was now just a room, not the guest room, not the escape room, just a room with a desk in it that I used, and I wrote things with my name on them and sent them to Kendrick and he told me what needed fixing and I fixed it. The second piece had gone up the week before. Shorter than the first, more specific, about the miscarriage. Not the whole of it, not the Jamie part, not the aftermath — just the thing itself, the physical reality of it, the way nobody talked about what it actually felt like in your body and how that silence was its own kind of violence. Kendrick had been careful with me about that one, more than usual, checking in

"I don't know what to think about it. I'm broken by all of it, but I just have it tucked away in this part of my heart that I keep under lock and key, you know?" "Yeah, I totally get that. Every disappointment. Every fuck up and failure. Every loss I've ever had is behind the same type of door." I ran my fingers down the side of her face and took a shaky breath. This is what love felt like. Exhilarating and scary as hell. Clayton throwing me to the sharks almost sounded like a joy ride compared to the thought of loving and losing the woman in front of me. "It's the only way I know to keep moving forward and not giving the fuck up."

Love had blinded her to the consequences of her choices. But now, in that moment of betrayal, when Stanley uttered Lucy's name, it felt like a knife cutting through her heart. The realization hit her with a force she couldn't comprehend. She had given everything for him, and yet, he had chosen another. The pain of rejection surged through her veins, and tears streamed down her face like a river of anguish. In the solitude of her chamber, Sharon wept. Each tear that fell was a testament to the shattered dreams and the broken promises that had led her to this point. The weight of her unrequited love and her misplaced loyalty pressed upon her chest, making it difficult to breathe.

How can she throw away everything we ever had as if I never loved her more than life itself? I loved you, Jessica. Sadness quickly replaces my anger as the thought runs through my head. She was the only woman I loved besides my mom and she betrayed me. The dark classroom where I'm sitting seems to swirl into an abyss as my dark thoughts start taking over. Jessica is marrying someone else like we meant nothing. The revelation shakes my core. All this time, was she just faking it? The sound of the door opening and closing brings me out of my thoughts and I remain still as the silhouettes of two girls come into view.

I smiled as I kept thinking about the first time I met her, and I chuckled involuntarily, and just let all the recollection fills my brain and heart before I perished. It's so unhappy that we ended up like this but at the same time, I had no regret to let myself die here with her, with the sword which connected our bodies. I will never regret this moment even in heaven. This is between Love and Death, and I chose to disappear here with someone I used to loved and I used to hate. But in the end, I still fill the same way. I still felt my love for her that was only covered with anger and grief. But the most important thing was that the truth brought into this world. I held Ylisha's head and g

Building something on top of ruins is never the right thing to do. We were both falling apart with the problems of our lives, and we sought comfort in the other. That was our mistake. The beginning of a story that had its end before its script was ready. He was right, but I was wrong. And loving him was like being in front of a kaleidoscope, sometimes mesmerizing, sometimes frightening. I would never end with a happy ending. Not as long as the beginning was tragic. And I knew that when, once again, his face was the last thing I allowed myself to remember before the blood ran away from my body and the forces were stolen from me. Before I broke, from the spine, to the chest, both shattered by

Chapter Forty Four The next thing I know, I am standing in the foyer of Leo's house, a place so well-known and yet so foreign. Memories of our past hang in the air: laughter shared, dreams built, and then shattered. This was our house, our haven in which I thought love would blossom for eternity. Now it feels like a museum of our history, full of the echoes of what once was.

And what I hear, breaks my heart. The girl who is working the counter, her name is Carmen, which I now know is the ex girlfriend of Jace. Is tell her friend, Skyler, that her and Jace have worked everything out and that he finally dropped the “uptight American girl”. I feel a single tear slide down my cheek as I turn and walk out of the café, I’ve never felt more humiliated about anything in my life. As soon as I’m far enough away from the café I let the tears really fall, because he never actually loved me and he must have just wanted to cross “American girl” off a list of things he wanted to accomplish.

Hello my lovely Readers!! I just wanted to thank each and everyone of you!! His Lost Love was my first book but somewhere, I lost the spark and foolishly decided to stop writing it. It was the most stupidest thing I have ever. I wouldn't have finished it if not for your faith on me. You have been showering me with your constant love and support throughout the journey. Some of you have even motivated me to continue the story when I had lost hope as a writer. I am grateful to all those amazing readers!! You don't know what it means to me.

Chad was silent for a few seconds before replying, "She won't know it was you, but it doesn't matter even if she does. Sadie is so in love with me that all I need to do is beckon her, and she’ll come running. "Besides, she's already thirty years old. It takes someone youthful to be a social butterfly. Who else can she go to besides me? Those old men who ravaged her for an entire night?" Josie's laughter echoed in the washroom. "Chad, let's get married on the day you leave her at the altar!" Sadie could not bear to listen any longer. Their conversation was too disgusting. She stumbled out of the washroom. It was raining late that night. Sadie walked through the rain, feeling numb.