Love Heals All Wounds Novels & Stories

Then he accompanied her to the hospital himself to get the wound cleaned up. She'd thought he was overreacting, but he'd just smiled and said, "Lyra, you're the most important woman in my life. I don't want any scars on you—except maybe from having our kids. Smooth skin looks best with beautiful clothes and jewelry." And now, with her face covered in blood, he'd brushed her off to take care of someone else. He once swore she'd never have to bear a scar, but he made her risk her life to donate bone marrow for another woman. Even marriage and kids—he'd planned all that with someone else behind her back.

she called again, and his eyes opened, his smile coming automatically. "Hey" "Where did you get wounded? You're not the type" she said worriedly, touching the wound. He held her hand to stop her, and she took it. "I'll be right back" She rushed down the balcony and came back three minutes later with a lip balm and bud. "What's this?" He asked as she opened it. "Healing lip balm, just let me apply. You can't keep going around with a wounded lip" she replied. "Does that bother you" He replied, and their eyes locked.

“She’s inside.” --- Adrian pushed the door open. And stopped. --- Ammie lay there. Still. Weak. Her face pale. Her body connected to machines. For a second— Adrian couldn’t move. “…Ammie…” he whispered. He walked slowly toward her. Like moving too fast would shatter everything. His hand reached for hers. Cold. Soft. Familiar. And just like that— He broke. Tears fell. “I’m here,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “I’m here…”

He moves on to help me loosen the ones tied to my legs and the minute both my hands and legs were free from over tight ropes, I instinctively attempt to stand up and scream but I immediately fall back down on my butt, since my legs were too wobbly and couldn't carry the weight of my body. "You need to be careful Miss. Your legs still need time to really heal so don't bother getting up or else you'll fall back down and that won't help you heal faster, it will only deteriorate your condition. I'd advice you go a hospital and get your bones straightened so your bones don't hurt too much later on." He advices. "That's the first thing I'll surely do." I assure him and he nods before patting his b

Lex holds her fist over her heart. “I omorfiá tou taxidioú axízei ton kíndyno [The beauty of the journey is worth the danger].” The Sentinel place their fists over their hearts. “Emeís eímaste oi Giatroí [We are the Healers].” Lex holds a hand over her forehead and her stomach. “To pnévma therapévei to sóma. I agápi therapévei to pnévma [The spirit heals the body. Love heals the spirit].” They mimic her posture.

I implored because I can't see him in guilt like this. His eyes brimmed with tears as he moved his eyes from my eyes to my wound on the forehead. He moved closer to my face and placed a soothing kiss there, taking the pain away from me. He's the medicine of my all pain and wound, his love is my healer. I closed my eyes instantly in response, feeling the touch of his soft lips there.

he smiled. I sighed and threw my head down. "Please" I whispered in defeat. "Leave" I said I closed my eyes when I heard the door open and close again. I fell onto my bed and allowed my tears to fall out. *** The doctor came into to check my wounds and said that my wound will heal soon, but what about the wounds in my heart?...who will heal them?. My family was crying when they saw me in the hospital bed again. I was now ready to go home. I could walk a bit as luckily the cut wasn't that deep. I just limp a little but I could walk thank god.

I simply desired to feel some thing apart from the harm that threatened to swallow me whole. Time handed slowly as I waited for her reaction. I couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that lingered in my heart. But I knew I needed to keep shifting ahead, even if I became uncertain of wherein that route might lead me. Finally, my smartphone buzzed with a reply from Emily: “Of course! I’ll be there quickly.” A small smile crept onto my face, a glimmer of consolation amidst the typhoon. Maybe I ought to discover a manner to navigate this ache together with her assist. I just needed to don't forget that I wasn’t by myself on this journey.

‘As usual’ I whispered. Connected to our inbuilt speaker, opened my Spotify and let the lemonade album play through, as I opened a bottle of alcoholic wine, I took a chunk and sang each lyric with pain and tears in my eyes, laid down on the couch and dozed off. The rays of sun and the constant ding of the door bell made me frustrated, my phone vibrated, migraines, mascara stains, my bottle of alcohol laying on the floor empty, this time the door bell rang louder than before, I checked my phone, 100 missed calls from G!,notifications began to ding across social platforms. I struggled to walk to the door as Love drought from the album played, oh this album gave me a good night hangover, I wond

Never Again 🌷 “It has been said, 'time heals all wounds'. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” Rose Kennedy ~•~ •X A V I E R•