Lost Hearts Short Story Novels & Stories

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.

No! The ache in my heart intensifies until I can barely breathe; in this dizzy state of denial and confusion, the rest of her words continue to penetrate my foggy mind. "You may like him because he's lost, but do you know what happens to people who love lost boys? They become lost themselves... I just hope a part of you is still there" * * Hurting is what makes love real, but sometimes there's a hidden voice within you secretly hoping that it will be different, something better.

Then he cupped his hands over her cheek. "I trust you with my heart Tan," she finally spoke, "it has always been yours and no one can take your place in my heart." "My heart beats for you. You are my first and only priority Gabby and I don't want to spend another day, not a single moment, without you." he whispered. His lips grazed hers and then the tears she had let slip. "I love you. I love you. I love you." she chanted. "Forever?" "Even after forever." Authors Note Thank you all for reading broken hearts. Phiya-

Her soothing words had less effect on me, a battle she couldn't win despite having known me since childhood. "One step at a time, pal." " How about we go back to sleep right now? Then we'll have things figured out the next day," Lydia responded, leashing a lousy yawn. I guess she was just tired of my attitude. An attitude that I couldn't erase after the terrible ordeal. The sad overwhelming emotions took over me. It was like losing control over me. That day I lost hope in ever finding love equal to or greater than what my parents have. It was my first time falling in love, and I got beaten at it due to my weakness.

A heart aching for love, seeking for affection is lost in a limbo, because that heart has lost his mate bond. The girl died right in front of my eyes, and what does death feel like? Certainly not good, death might be redemption for some but what about those who are left behind? I saw a younger sister in her, a beautiful soul, a lovely heart that was beating for a man who has forever handled guns but now, was ready to grab roses for her, bring stars down to her feet. Arthur who loved teasing, drank the cup of bitter coffee just because she made it, and even if she gave him poison, he’d knowingly drink it.

Inside was a single sheet of matte black paper, the message printed in faint grey type, like a whisper in ink: You’re not the only one watching. You’ve got forty-eight hours before someone decides your past isn’t worth hiding. No signature. No mark. But the phrasing… sharp, precise. It reminded her of the way Leo Knight spoke—only this was colder, less amused. Her mind moved fast—cross-referencing jobs, old contacts, burned clients—but there were too many possibilities. She turned the page over, and a smaller slip of paper fell out. A photograph. Her chest tightened.

I had once loved him with everything I had, but he never knew how to cherish it. Now that I had finally moved on, he came crawling back, begging for forgiveness. What a joke. I looked him in the eye and said coolly, "Declan, it doesn't concern me if Beatrice's sick or not. I won't easily forget what you did to me. Just leave. I do not want to see you again." Declan stared at me, eyes full of despair. He looked like he couldn't believe how heartless I had become. However, what he didn't realize was that the moment he chose Beatrice over me, we were done for good.

Benji had accepted the gift back then, but I had never known where he had placed it. It wasn't until one day when I happened to visit the basement storage, that I found them abandoned in a corner, covered in dust. It was at that moment I lost all hope in this relationship. After finishing packing, I called for a ride. While I was waiting, Benji returned. He said with a scowl, "Sydney, where else can you go after leaving me? In the end, you'll come back like you always do. How many times do I have to teach you the same lesson?"

Before I could protest, the massive stone came crashing down, plunging me into utter darkness. My heart froze solid, ice spreading through my soul. Seven years of love, the child in my womb, and yet they still couldn't compare to Alice in his heart. He even went so far as to deny his own child, just to save her. And that was how I died. I floated above, a silent, invisible witness to the scene below. I watched as Alice was pulled free, her fragile form cradled in his arms. Relief and joy radiated from him as though he'd just regained his entire world.

No, I did not. How could I? Those women were the ones who took away my brothers' love for me... It was their fault! (End of story)