Our Missing Hearts Novels & Stories

I whispered, “we’re all still here. Me, Daddy, even Uncle Ryan. We love you so much.” “Then why does it hurt?” she whispered. Because love isn’t always enough, that’s what I wanted to say. Because the people who love you the most are sometimes the ones who have to walk away first. Instead, I said, “Sometimes, it hurts because our hearts grow when we miss someone. It’s how we make space for love.” She looked unconvinced, eyes glistening. I wanted to scoop her up, to make her forget everything that had bruised her little heart.

It's not a fairytale ending, because there will always be trouble lurking. We are in the business of organized crime, after all, but we'll solve it together like the family we are, like a pack of wolves, because now they have me, the missing ace of hearts in their perfect imperial flush. They have me and I have them. The wolf brothers, my husbands. And I couldn't have wished for a better future. END

I stood at the back of the hall, caught in the delicate balance between presence and absence, a living statue carved from the weariness of the weeks past. On my right, Jake's familiar warmth provided a comforting anchor. On my left, Rykor's quiet presence was a testament to solidarity. Yet, it was the empty space where Lily should be that tugged at the edges of my consciousness—a reminder of friendship's fragile, irreplaceable bonds left unfulfilled.

One morning, or perhaps one evening, Kylie realized that, for the rest of her life, she wanted only Jonathan. Once that thought had taken root, she was bound to fall victim to heartbreak. That heartbreak reached its peak when Kylie discovered she was just a stand-in for Zoey. The overwhelming disappointment filled her, but no tears came. As Kylie walked out of the office building, rain began to fall. She hadn't brought an umbrella and walked aimlessly toward the subway station. The rain poured harder, soaking her hair and clothes. The wind blew cold, the rain seeping through her collar. Only then did Kylie feel the chill and wrap her arms around herself.

No hatred invested in our hearts. Happiness. That's what filled our hearts now and I could never ask for more. itsclarixass

With a weak smile, he said, "We don't need this." The Elder's brows furrowed even deeper. It was obvious that he was getting upset. "You are free to be independents, but the Hearts of Illusory Moon are the proof of your participation in the Immortal's Sword Assembly. The Hearts of Illusory Moon can only be kept in the Illusory Moon Pouch or they'll disappear." Traceless for Ten Miles folded his arms in front of his chest and said dully, "Elder, you need not worry about that."

I am so lonely and drained but no one will ever notice it. The next day has come, yet dad still isn't here. I am already worried, he used to go home early in the morning but until now he isn't still here as it's already afternoon. I went outside the whole day to find a job but it seems no one needs a part-timer. I also went to the cemetery to visit mom, I miss her, I always do. I tried to go home early for a special occasion. Did he forget it again? My heart aches, but no, I need to be strong. I know he will arrive before this day ends. Just one greeting from him, I will be very happy.

The way he left. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t look away. I swear I can physically feel the hollowness inside me where the mate bond between us used to reside before it was so cruelly ripped away. The band suddenly starts in on a cover of Blink 182’s ‘I Miss You’ and the melancholic soundtrack to my own devastation nearly brings me to my knees. “C’mon,” Vee demands, grasping my hand tightly and yanking me backwards.

Each beat of her heart felt like a reminder of what was slipping away, a fading connection that left her feeling incomplete. The sensation was both physical and emotional, intertwining in a complex dance of longing and sorrow. It was as if a part of her was being gently torn away, leaving behind a void that was impossible to fill. Every breath she took seemed to echo with the echo of the absence, a rhythm that reverberated through her very being.