Pieces Of Her Heart Novels & Stories

She doesn’t know it, but she’s more than just a woman in my arms—she’s the air I breathe, the calm after the storm that rages inside me. She’s the scent of rain on parched earth, the promise of something new and pure, washing away the pain that clings to me like a second skin. Her fingers trail lightly over my chest, careful not to linger too long on the scar, as if she knows how fragile I am beneath it all.

As if raping me was not enough, she also stole my heart only to crush it into pieces. When I thought I finally founded someone to spend the rest of my life with and enjoy life together, then everything blew up. I hate women, they're so cunning and they are heartbreakers. I dabbed my eyes in a manner no one would tell if I was really crying or not and I narrowed my gaze to the car park.

She had used her mind, which was the most reliable thing she owned, and she had used her determination, which was the thing that remained when everything else was stripped away, and she had refused, at each decision point, to accept less than she deserved when more was becoming available. It had not been a smooth line. It had not been a story without losses. She had lost years she could not recover and she had made errors and she had faced manufactured crises and been afraid more times than she had shown anyone, even Dominic, even Lily. But the line had moved in the right direction consistently enough that she had arrived here, in this bed, on this Sunday morning, listening to piano notes an

Her heart break into a million Pieces. and her inside cried loudly for Shadow... "Shadow.... Please Where Are You!".

The shirt fell on the floor. They were making out, and none of them heard her voice. Hot tears streamed out of her eyes, she felt pain in her heart as if it had shattered into a thousand pieces. Despite that she was in the room, none of them acknowledged her presence. She whirled and then rushed away from the scene.

Inferno of emotions His heart was broken Cracked into two by events of past Where the other part was hidden by him somewhere where it could never be found again. She knew his heart like her own As once they beated as a whole. She was going to mend his broken heart. Even if she had to break her own heart into two, Just to complete the jigsaw of his heart's missing part. Even if after it her heart would be sacrificed but still knowing that his heart was complete she will be satisfied.

This guy took my first kiss away from me. What was happening was completely beyond my comprehension. I was compelled by Cleah to don a lengthy, sleeveless chiffon summer dress. A blindfold covered my eyes while I wore a floral headgear. I got in a cab with her from our house without a clue as to where she was taking me. After what seemed like an eternity, the cab finally came to a halt. Cleah was the one who helped me out every step of the way. She was very excited and giggling because I had no idea what she was talking about. I could feel the sand beneath my feet as I strolled along. As far as anyone could tell, we were probably at the beach. Cleah took off my blindfold, and the gorgeous be

" Seeing that I remained silent, Josie sneered and shoved a bag of ointment into my hands before walking away. She probably thought I was afraid. But she forgot that the excessive sleeping pills had already caused my organs to fail. I wouldn't even live long enough to see the day we divorced. The day after Josie left, I received a call from my mother. Her voice was rushed but bubbling with excitement. "Andrew, are you really willing to donate your heart to your brother? Don't go back on your word. Your brother is counting on you to save him!" I tightened my grip on the phone. I opened my mouth, but in the end, I only answered softly, "Yeah." After receiving my promise, I heard my mother and

Everything in this penthouse reminded her of the hopes she had foolishly clung to, the dreams she had carefully woven around Storm, only to have them unravel before her eyes. As she wiped her eyes and resumed packing, a sharp pain gripped her chest. She clutched at her heart, wincing, the familiar ache resurfacing with intensity. But Scarlett shook it off, pushing the pain deep down. ‘There’s no time for weakness. Just finish packing and go.’

It cut, bled her heart. Sarah’s heart sank down to her feet. Her fear finally came true. Her bruised and scared heart finally broke into irreparable pieces. Finally the awaiting moment of the cruel machination of fate has arrived. Her chest swell, her eyes welled. Meeting his gaze, she could simply and softly replied, ''Too late.” Sarah ran outside in the downpour rain, leaving the broken pieces of her heart at his feet, at his mercy. To have the love and trust you'd so recently given torn to pieces was like having a hand grenade explode in your face!