Our Missing Hearts Audiobook Novels & Stories

It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest. The worst part is when they don't even care That's the most painful thing to bear. Sometimes they love someone else. That's a different type of hell. Waiting, watching and searching for clues , If you'll ever be able to make them yours. Mahendra could only stare at her as she recited the poem. At her eyes and at her lips. He was mesmerized by her. Internally, he felt beyond happy that she left Vikram. His arm was still around her waist and he wanted it like that.

With heavy hearts, they realize that the missing journal holds not only cherished memories but also deepest musings and emotions. A profound sense of loss washes over Bryan and Joe, as if a part of their souls has been taken away. The stolen journal symbolizes a breach in the sanctity of their private world, leaving them with a haunting sense of vulnerability. Determined to find answers and reclaim what is rightfully theirs, they vow to uncover the truth behind the journal's disappearance, for its absence weighs heavily upon their hearts and sparks a flicker of foreboding in their souls.

Aurora Wildheart stood in her third-floor guest room, her silver-blue eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the four-poster bed’s canopy, her thoughts a tempest of the missing women, and Vincent’s cryptic message: The shadows are restless. Stay safe. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her past—lost before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven—pressed heavier, whispering of secrets that could unravel her world.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

Amelia’s POV ​The world felt like a powder I had just blown on. My breath let out a simple exhale of shock, and had sent everything I knew about my life tumbling down. Lyra. The name I remember, which was once a comforting thought of an old friend has now tasted like ash. My office, which was once my sanctuary, now felt like a cage. How could I have been so blind? I had been so busy building a fortress around my heart that I had let a wolf into my home. The air felt thin, heavy with the weight of my own unintentional failure.

Gentle. Alive. Countless beings moved beneath it. The first listeners. The first connected souls. The beginning of everything. And at the center— Someone was missing. Ama felt it instantly. Not visually. Emotionally. The same way one notices a missing note in a song. The same way one notices an empty seat at a family table. Something belonged there. Someone belonged there. The Witness whispered: “Before Aurel was forgotten…” The memory trembled. “…someone left.” Silence.

But. I was still hoping I guess, that we would be able to work it out. I couldn't hate him, even when I had every reason to. After all, he was the only man I had ever loved. And he was the only man I was going to love. Because the heart is a bitch, you can't make it understand by reasoning with it. It forgets all the hurt someone caused you, all the pain, all the misery. It only remembers those moments when someone made you breathless. Over and over, it just runs toward one person. And unfortunately for me, that one person was Landon.

Her heart and mind were a jumble of mess and she wondered why that was as she sort through the isle of books, looking for one to read. Sitting on the beanbag chair after picking up “The Host by Stephanie Meyer”, she made her self comfortable, flipping through the pages. Her back sagged down, her environment disappearing as she got deeply immersed in the journey of Melanie and Wanderer. Halfway through, her lids began to drop and exhaustion and jet lag caught up to her. {••} "I thought I'd find you here," Lale spoke from behind, startling Najmah who was in the middle of stretching. "How?" she questioned, dropping her hands by her side.

I put both my hands on this chest to put some space between us. My right palm lying just above his heart...I could feel his heart, beating erratically beneath it. His smile fell and his face suddenly turned serious. He looked lost deep in thoughts. "I regret what I did...more than anything or anyone. I so casually asked for a chance...a chance, just two simple words....but hardest thing to earn, now I realise..." He closed his eyes for a few seconds then continued speaking...his voice getting down an octave with ever word he speaks..as if ever word is costing him too much.

After saying that, he closed his eyes. ***** Kalyx can't deny the hole in his heart when he saw that Sidhiel did not arrive with his family. He almost wanted to confront his Aunt Diehl if she did not let Sidhiel go with them. He felt like his night was not complete and a big part of him is missing. He doesn't understand the heaviness in his heart when he realized that he will leave without seeing Sidhiel. He looked up at the night sky and stared at the moon. "Please take good care of Sidhiel while I'm away. Tell him to be strong and that I won't be long."