Our Missing Hearts Audiobook Novels & Stories

He leaned down until his lips were brushing against her forehead, his cool skin absorbing the feverish warmth of her grief. "I did not know," he murmured against her skin, his voice rough and uneven. "When I entered the gray quiet all those centuries ago, I believed there was nothing left of me to give. I thought my heart was a hollow tomb, and that my passing would leave no shadow behind. I never imagined... I never dreamed the universe would send me a miracle in a plain black shirt, holding the missing pieces of my own broken soul."

⸻ A chill crawled slowly down Amara’s spine. ⸻ “How bad was it?” she asked carefully. ⸻ No one answered immediately. ⸻ That hesitation alone was enough to make her uneasy. ⸻ Finally, Kael spoke. ⸻ “His chest was torn open.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Amara swallowed slowly. ⸻ “And?” ⸻ Kael’s jaw tightened. ⸻ “His heart was missing.” ⸻ The room fell completely still. ⸻

Annie realized her body was moving automatically but her mind was scrambled with words, knowledge that was buried for three years. On the rhythm of her heart the words seared through her mind, demanding she acknowledge who she is…the soft wings of his love had caught her unaware. These three years she knew the missing piece of her heart…she was searching, missing him daily, calling his name always, Aaron, she knew his face, knowing the color of his eyes. Her body has started a deep-seated need to be touched by him, but currently the distance of his forgotten past was keeping them apart…

I said as she gave me a look, then she nodded her head. “Okay boss, whatever you like. Fifteen minutes.” “Thank you.” I said as I closed the door. Lydia wasn't in my office anymore and I didn’t waste a second. I grabbed my phone. My fingers moved faster than my thoughts, I went straight to the reading app and I saw Inked Heart heart The book loaded instantly, like it had been waiting for me. “The One I Was Never Meant to Love.” My chest tightened again. “Why does that title sound worse today?” I muttered.

"It’s about family." My throat tightened. "I wouldn't want to go into much details, but for years," she continued, voice trembling, "I lived with a piece of my heart missing. I thought I’d lost hope. I thought I’d never find her again. But by some miracle—" she smiled through the tears welling in her eyes. "my missing piece found her way home." The crowd murmured, emotion rippling through the room. My nails dug into my palm as I bit down on my lip, fighting the tears burning my eyes.

Chapter 46 – Healing Hearts includes: Detailed daily-life interactions and routines Deep emotional conversations Humor interwoven with healing Growth and reconciliation for Mathapelo, Sandra, Abby, Tshepo, and Gail Foreshadowing for future challenges

The water lapped gently against the porcelain as he pulled me closer, and the world outside disappeared for a while — just the sound of water, and hearts that had learned to beat together again. END OF CHAPTER

I opened my mouth to speak—anything—but the only sound that escaped was a soft gasp… more like a moan escaped my lips. His hands guided mine, sliding it slowly across his chest. My fingers moved over warm skin, the steady rhythm of his heart thumping beneath. “All over here.” He added. I felt our body closing up, our foreheads almost touching. I wanted to close my eyes and give in. But I wasn’t ready to be embarrassed again. I took a second to look down at the nice view of his broad chest. “Max,” I whispered, trying to break the spell we’d both fallen under.

I could almost feel the pressure of their waiting pressing against my chest. Kieran slowly rose, the light of the ember shimmering around him like a mantle. The girl scrambled to her feet behind us, still staring as if she was not sure if she should bow or run. I couldn’t blame her. Part of me wanted to bow too. Another part wanted to drag him back down, to hold him until I was sure he was still the boy and not only the fire. His voice broke the silence, steady with something huge. “The Root-Heart is gone. Its hold shattered. But this forest is not the only one scarred.

I pulled out my SIM card, snapped it cleanly in two, and let it fall into the trash, severing the last thread. I boarded the plane and turned off my phone. As the plane rose into the sky, I looked down at the city beneath the clouds, watching the place that held all my pain slowly fade from view. Silently, I whispered farewell to the life I once knew. … Ryan held his phone, waiting for a reply that never came. The screen went dark, and he pressed it to wake it again. A restless irritation twisted inside him, sharper and more relentless than ever. He loosened his tie, trying to shake off the strange discomfort.