Our Missing Hearts Audiobook Novels & Stories

He hadn't intended to succumb to such sentimentality, but the gnawing ache of solitude had pried open the sealed chambers of his childhood memories. Did his lost brother feel this same persistent emptiness? Why had he vanished from his young life? These questions had been relentless companions since the discovery of those fragmented recordings. What had transpired in the forgotten years? Should he finally confront his mother, demand answers about the shadowed landscape of his past? Closing his eyes offered a fleeting respite, and the tears that had threatened to spill receded like a tide. Another deep breath, then another. He inhaled the stale air of the hallway with a desperate hunger, as i

At first I thought it was because he was busy but I'm sure he couldn't be that busy that he didn't even have 2 minutes to spare for me. Me and Melissa would talk everyday but she also stopped talking to me. She did tell me her Aunty was going through a surgery so I didn't want to annoy her, but I missed them so much. I was here so far in London while them two were in the same City together. They would even spend time with each other and here I am dying without them two. Atlas has also been behaving strange with me. He talks to me as if he is bored or as if he tired of me. Has he found another girl?... did he ch-...no...I know he will never cheat on me. He promised me...he loves me and I trus

CHAPTER 36: Meeting My Boyfriend No one’s POV: Cullen did not say anything. He was just looking at Heart’s sad face. “I miss my boyfriend so much. I miss Dimitri Kim very much.” Heart said and then looked away as she shed a tear. She was really feeling so sad and hurt by missing Dimitri who has been in comatosed for more than three months. And soon, will have a very dangerous brain surgery.

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?

The warmth and tenderness had faded, replaced by anger, resentment, and violence. She paused for a moment, her eyes staring blankly at the floor as she wiped away the last of the mess. She wasn’t going to wait for things to go back to how they once were,she had given up on that hope ages ago. The realisation hit her like a cold wave, the love they once shared was gone, and no amount of wishing or waiting would bring it back.

Something was wrong. Cass slid out from under the covers, moving like a shadow. Her steps carried her down a side hallway, following a faint noise—muted, like a struggle pressed into velvet. It grew clearer the closer she came. A muffled thud. A harsh exhale. Then, silence again. Cass pressed her palm to the wall, heart quickening. She wasn’t supposed to be here, wasn’t supposed to hear this. But she couldn’t turn back now. The door at the end of the corridor was ajar, darkness bleeding out into the hall. Inside, something shifted.

His voice wavered at the end, doubt creeping in. Yara wasn't the type to lose track of time. And she had blocked him. Still, he clung to hope, waiting—praying—for a different answer. Chaotic rustling filled the line as the staff scrambled through the house. Then, after what felt like forever, a hesitant voice came through. "Sir... We can't find Ms. Medici anywhere. But in the garden... we found her wedding dress and engagement ring... burned to ashes." Mateo's mind went blank.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

"This house isn't a charity. If you don't want Mr. Meyer, fine. Go find some other man willing to give away 200 grand for you. Otherwise, shut up and do as you're told." My cheek was swollen, stinging with every breath. I stared at my parents, baffled by how shamelessly biased and selfish they were. Even though I'd already lost hope in this family long ago, I still wanted an explanation. "Why?" My voice cracked, heavy with pain. "Why is Audrey the chosen one, and I'm just the one you want to sell off? We're identical twins. I'm your daughter, too. Why do you hate me so much that you'd marry me off to a 60-year-old man just so you could organize a grand wedding for her?"

I sai​d softly. “Wait—” S⁠adie r‌esponded⁠,‌ her eyes flicking behind her⁠. I turned to follo‍w her gaz‌e. My heart skipped for a few sec⁠onds. St‍anding i‌n her livin​g room w‍as S​tefan. My Stefan. My past. My mist‌a‌ke. My obsessi⁠on. My unfinished story.