Our Missing Hearts: A Novel Novels & Stories

It wasn’t till I was safe inside did I hear his engines start and his car drive away, along with it went my hope. I leaned against the closed door, sighing to myself in the darkness of the room. How'd we learn to break our own hearts so terrified that someone else might?

" She thought as a small smile tugged at her lips, the thrill of her upcoming mission already pumping adrenaline through her veins. Little did she know, she had just signed away her own ruin, and this time it maybe her heart that will pay the cost. Entering into Jacob Knights life might even be her biggest mistake, but the deal is made and their fates tangled together, for better or for worse. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~××××××××××~~~~~~~~~~~~ THE END. If you liked the book please leave behind votes and comments. That would mean a lot to me. This book is like my baby and even a single vote makes my day, so please don't hesitate before pressing on the star button. Thank you so much to all those who had reac

When they got home, Najmah helped Lale with the stuffs they bought then went off to her room to pray Asr salah. {••} "Hey, I uhm...uhm...got you these," Aslan stuttered, raking a hand through his hair. Najmah cocked her eyebrow up and stared at him, wondering what 'these' meant. He presented her with a box, which he hid under the bed. Her eyes sparkled with glee as she stared at the package before her. "Go on then open it," he grinned, rocking on his feet. She tore the box open to reveal a set of “The Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare”. Her mouth hung agape as she stared back and forth between the grinning Aslan and the books that lay on her laps.

{Dear Readers, I'm Apologying for adding this short story here in this book. Actually I am lacking 3k words in completing the words target that's why I did this. "Bond of Hearts" book is a short story of two chapters of 6k words. Both chapters are merged in one for you to read. Please forgive me for this. Enjoy. Thanks for your time love and support. Lots of love hugs and kisses from ShineeSunshine} ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What is stronger than the human heart which shatters over and over and still lives. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| I woke with a jolt, my mind racing with thoughts of Zyra. Restlessness gnawed at my insides, rendering every other concern trivial. I tried to distract myself, to immerse in the mundane tasks of the day, but her absence loomed over my consciousness like a suffocating shadow, leaving me unable to grasp onto anything else. Where was she? Why did her absence feel like an unspoken void in my existence, a chasm I couldn't ignore? My fingers twitched involuntarily, yearning for the comfort of her touch, my heart beating in erratic rhythms, echoing the turmoil within. Every passing second w

Michelle Morripin. When Matthew left the room, something inside me came out. It was not my body that was alone, it was my heart. The chest squeezed as if something was missing, as if it wanted to remind me of all the times I had lost him before. Those absences that corroded me inside, those nights when I thought I would never see your eyes looking for me again. Closed my eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath, trying to get rid of that anguish.

But deep down, I have always known there was something missing, something I couldn't ignore no matter how hard I tried burying it. My hands shake, folding the letter in half, then quarters, before I toss it onto the bed. Now the tears won't stop. It hurts-God, it hurts so much-but I know I made the right decision. Even though I've broken his heart, even though I've shattered our future, this is what needed to happen. I couldn't marry him. Not like this.

“Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed the photo and pressed it to her chest. There was a loud pounding at the door but she ignored all sounds and reminisced all her happy memories with her uncle. He acted as her mother and fath

I remove my eyes from him because it physically hurts to see the evidence of his distrust. Bridget turns to the hulks. “Find more”, she orders and they get to work, pulling more and more materials that I’ve never seen in my life. Things I don’t know how they got to my room. Carrito exclaims dramatically when they pull out a fur coat from beneath my bed, hugging the piece of clothing to her. I look at my feet, I can’t stomach this but there’s no use fighting either. Not a single soul here believes in my innocence. I’m helpless.

The city was still cloaked in the haze of early morning as Elena sat alone in her loft, her gaze fixed on the laptop screen. The faint glow of the screen was the only light in the room, casting shadows that stretched across the walls, curling around her like ghosts. She’d barely slept; every bruise and strain from last night’s fight seemed to flare in the stillness, a dull, persistent ache that pulsed with each heartbeat. She shifted uncomfortably, the bruises on her ribs making even small movements a test of endurance.