Love Me Heal Me Novels & Stories

MORGANA FOSTER It was late when I received some messages from Elliot asking if I was okay. I quickly responded to the messages and put my phone away; I was feeling too emotionally messy to have a conversation right now. I put on my headphones and hit play on Queen's album, the only band that makes me feel better when I'm dealing with my emotional crap. Really, "Love of My Life" was the perfect song for the moment. My eyes filled with tears, and I broke down, soaking my pillow for several minutes until I fell asleep from my inexplicable, hellish exhaustion.

But before I do that, I will go first to heal myself with the amount as a replacement when I distanced myself from him. I will come back Logan, I will come back to you because I love you so much. I will come back to you because I can't live without you. And I'll get back to you after I heal myself. I will not give up, I will fight for it. I promise. I will come back to you.

♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩♩ 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 Oh, the tears keep falling, like rain from the sky, I'm just a wounded soul, asking God why? How could he make love to another, so carelessly? My heart bleeds in silence, a love that'll never be. 🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵 𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞𝄞 Through anguish and despair, I'll find my way, I'll heal the wounds, as I face a brand-new day.

Because this life, this love—it’s exactly what I always wanted, and more. The line keeps moving, and I’m back to my routine—pen scratching paper, exchanging smiles, hearing stories. But Logan’s words echo in my mind. Love doesn’t have to hurt. Love can be soft and strong, a place to heal and grow.

“I love you, and I won’t let anyone else touch you. You’re mine for eternity.” I wiped my tears, trying to steady my breathing. “Clean me, Elijah. Please, heal me. Take all the traces of them from my body.” He took me in his arms and laid me gently in the bath, the warm water washing over my skin. He covered me with bubbles and began to carefully scrub every part of me. His touch wasn’t lustful—it was pure, full of love and affection. As he cleaned me, I felt not just my body being cleansed, but my soul as well. His love was healing me in ways I never imagined possible.

Layla and I could handle the pain, I could feel it, this is what we are made for, to take the pain other people can’t handle. To heal the unhealable and love the unlovable, all of it made sense now. Why I was what I was, it all came down to this moment of terror. I was here to help others to live, it’s why I’m Luna, it’s why I can heal and encourage, it’s why I can love even after everything. “You are remarkable” Drake whispers, his hand held my throat as he kisses my lips, slowly making his way down my throat, pulling me tight against him as he just holds me.

Amelia fell into Louis's arms and cried loudly, crying for a long time before her voice gradually subsided. Louis lowered his head, the heartache in his eyes was almost overflowing, "Feeling better? Don't worry, I'll get a friend to help you, it'll definitely be cured." Amelia didn't say anything as a nurse came in at the door pushing a treatment cart and handed Louis the concentrated anti-cancer medication. Amelia looked closely at the words anti-cancer on the package and felt only stinging eyes. She put her head on the other side and said to Louis, "Can you change the bottle for me to a regular one? I don't want to see the packaging."

she went to the logout key and clicked on it so fast like nothing matters on F******k again. Few minutes later, she was on bed trying to get herself to fall asleep but all she found herself doing was tossing on bed. She plugged in her handsfree to watch movies but it got annoying when all the movies on her phone just talks about love and lost love, she went to her gallery to check pictures but nothing interest her at that moment, before she realizes what was going on she was already on F******k again. She at first resisted herself from clicking on the friend request box, but it was too late she already did. There was another one, she saw the green dot that shows the person was online then sh

"Ever since you left, not a day goes by without me thinking about our time together. I've come to realize… that it wasn't just an act for me. I've truly fallen in love with you, Caleb! "I love you. I can't live without you. Please forgive me, okay? Let's start over. I swear I'll be completely devoted to you for the rest of my life. I'll cook for you. I'll wash your clothes, and…" Her nauseating confession made my stomach churn. I signaled for the guards to drag her out of the center so that her crazed behavior wouldn't terrify the children. "Zoey." I looked down at her. "Do you think everyone is as stupid and pathetic as you are? Your so-called love is nothing more than your desire to latch

Plus, even if we succeed in finding him, he probably wouldn't be willing to return—" Leta shot to her feet, arguing, "What are you blabbering about? He's just mad at me. I know that he blames me for what happened, and I regret what I did, too. It's fine. I will apologize to him properly and make it up to him bit by bit. "He still loves me. He still does…" Leta mumbled to herself while cradling that wedding photo in her arms, as though she was hypnotizing herself. That was the only photograph she had taken with Harvey.