Love Me Heal Me Novels & Stories

“Sleep it over, son. When you’re in the right mind, that’s the time we will have this conversation. I might be able to help. She’s a good woman. You’d be lucky to have someone like her if you wouldn’t keep on messing this up. Look, I don’t know you personally, but you seem to care about her—” “I’m in love with her. I love her so fucking much that I’d rather go to a fucking coma right now than letting her slip off my fingers for the second fucking—no third fucking time.” I even raced my hands to count. I was a fucking mess. “Yeah. You're right, I’m an asshole. A big fucking time douche, but I love her with all my senses. Can’t you believe that? Of course, you can’t, but I love her so fucking

Freya's body stiffened as she fixedly gazed at me. "Freya, as I reflect on our journey, it's apparent that we've lost too much time. Initially, I encountered you when my understanding of love was limited, and driven by selfish possessiveness, I chose you as my mate without truly cherishing it. Fortunately, the Moon God granted me a second chance to reconnect with you, seek your forgiveness, and reunite with you. However, we were cruelly separated once again due to the interference of that cursed Robert and Alex..." "Freya, there has never been a moment when I was as certain as I am now that I love you and never want to be parted from you again."

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

Fiona sighed, “Maybe he's still resistant to therapy, I'm giving him some advice.” “Do you mean that there is still the possibility of healing?” Leader Dule patted her arm, "A few days ago, when I went back to my mother's house, I heard people in the village say that there is an old Oriental medicine teacher who treats diseases like a god, young people who have not given birth for a few years come to the place where he has taken the medicine and are pregnant, and there are people who have not been cured of rheumatism for many years, arthritis has also been cured, there are many people from other cities coming to see the disease, every day, there are long lines." “Is that so?” Fiona's eyes li

If you ask, I'll grant them. He looked up at me, the smile that had been building through the letter widening even further. "Three?" "Three." "I'm thirty-two. Shouldn't I get thirty-two favors?" I laughed. "No. You get three." As dramatic as it sounded, I had specifically chosen three, for the three words in I love you, though I certainly was not about to tell him that part. "Do I have to use them now, or whenever I want?" "You can use them now, tomorrow, next year, whenever you want. But once you've used all three, that's it. No more lifelines."

His voice, although diminished, stood out among the sounds that the air currents impelled, a song played between his lips rocking my being in his warm cooing, while those lyrics were unusual because which feelings of love and heartbreak infused in him soul. "To you who have always given me love, to you who have always infused me with tenderness, your arms have been my refuge and your hands they have been able to guide my way... To you who have always known how to love me and who next to Grandma they have been able to educate me infinite thanks I give them and although grown up nothing changed... ♫♫♫ Just stay, make me want again, look at me, make me believe again that the life even though it

Links POV: "Okay everything is looking good. All of your test results came back normal. Keep up with the physical therapy and therapy with your counselor. If you encounter any issues you know where to find me" Doc says with a smile before leaving the room. Asia passes me some clean clothes while Soren and Misha help me over to the en-suite bathroom. I'm still a little unsteady on my legs so the guys are going to stand by to help if needed. Doc made sure I had a shower chair some I definitely using it for the time being. I wash my hair first then my body, making sure to be gentle down south. Doc told me I'm physically healed and I believe him but at times I'm a little tender. The other part o

“Whatever speed you need, I am here.” I close my eyes, letting the words settle. “I love you too.” And for the first time all day, that truth feels solid. Yet when he pulls back and heads to the kitchen for water, I sink onto the couch and bury my face in my hands, a silent tremor running through me. Healing is not simple. Love is not simple. But I am trying. God, I am trying.

Maybe that's what love looks like when you're actually healing. Not perfect. Not painless. Just conscious. Intentional

“You’re home, Hayden. You’ve always been.” He pressed his forehead to mine, exhaling. “You are, too.” The music swelled, our bodies moving in rhythm beneath the soft lights. The world blurred, and I realized something I hadn’t before. Love hadn’t saved me. It had allowed me to grow. It had taught me that healing wasn’t about finding someone to fill your broken pieces, it was about learning to hold your own, and finding someone who saw your cracks and still thought you were beautiful. He wasn’t my rescue.