Love Heals Novels & Stories

That healing is messy but beautiful. And that love—real love—is worth everything. From my heart to yours, Thank you for reading. With all my love, O.J

She just shakes her head and His hand moves to her face, thumb brushing her cheekbone. How old were you when you go out? She looks deep into his eyes and says out of the gun running and cooking 16 but out of all of it not until I was 21 but I didn’t really start healing until I was 35 that’s when I finally found true recovery and worked on my mental health and trauma. Val holds her there, suspended in the quiet of his office. 19 years of healing, 19 years of building herself from rubble. His voice barely a whisper. You were broken for longer that you were whole and you still chose to help people, still chose to fight for purity in a dirty world.

Her final words. "I was reborn to destroy him. But I was truly reborn when I chose to love you. To save her. To build this. That's the real rebirth. From darkness to light. From revenge to peace. From broken to whole. That's the story. That's always been the story. Love wins. Always." Love wins. Always. That was the truth. That was the lesson. That was everything. Not revenge. Not destruction. Not even survival. Love. Love for Marcus. Love for me. Love for Lily. Love for Aria. Love for the hundred thousand survivors. Love for everyone who needed proof that healing was possible.

Could be small and still be meaningful. "Small Hope, you want to help a sick wolf. You can heal. Can make well. Can fix completely. But watch." Whisper showed her a wolf with a small injury. Whisper touched it gently. Healed it slowly. Carefully. "Healing too fast shocks the body. Healing too completely prevents learning. Healing too powerfully creates dependence. Gentle healing is better. Slow healing teaches the body. Careful healing creates strength. That gentleness is what makes power-loving instead of controlling."

Love is pa­tient, love is kind. Love does not envy, does not act wrongly, love is not in­flated. Love is not am­bi­tious, does not seek for it­self, is not pro­voked to anger, de­vises no evil. Love does not re­joice over in­iq­uity, but re­joices in truth. Love suf­fers all, be­lieves all, hopes all, love endures all.

How? How do I let this love heal my heart?

he asked boldly. When there was no reply, he piled on. “Ana, the Ana of my heart, I promise you I will spend the rest of my life loving you. It doesn’t matter if you don’t love me back. I love you enough for both of us. But sweets, you advised me to forgive my mother to move on. You need to apply this theory to your case as well. You should stop resenting both me and your father to allow yourself to heal.”

Richard responded coldly. "How could you do this to me? I trusted and loved you with all my heart." Sheila said as the tears which had been holding fell freely. Richard stood firm on seeing Sheila's emotions had ran high. "Please use the door or don't blame me for being rude, because I hate seeing tears" he said, unfazed. Sheila's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded with him. "I know you have a reason for this. Please stop this game and don't go through with this divorce of a thing, will you do that?."

Every time I saw a new mark, a fresh reminder of whatever he was going through, my stomach twisted. I started carrying a small tube of arnica gel in my bag—not that he ever asked for it, but I couldn’t just do nothing. “Here,” I’d say, handing it to him casually, as if I wasn’t screaming inside. “For the black eye. It’ll help.” He’d take it with a small grunt of thanks, his eyes flicking away from mine like he didn’t want me to see too much. But I could tell he appreciated it, even if he didn’t say it.

I fought hard to keep them at bay; I didn’t want to cry here, I didn’t like the thought of crying in front of her, mom hates it when I cry. I pinched the skin on the inside of my elbow to distract myself from the pain that was building up inside me "I’m sorry mom, I’m really sorry, it’s all my fault, maybe that’s why I keep running away, maybe that’s the reason why I never got someone by my side, I sometimes feel like a loser, a wealthy loser whose life is filled with emptiness and riches." I wiped my face and took a few deep breaths, pushing away the grief that was trying to pull me under. I sat in silence for a few minutes, listening to the birds singing in the tree nearby. "I love you, mo