Pieces Of Her Heart 소설 & 이야기

The hooks were arranged properly, too; I couldn’t hear anything that would suggest they were so much as slipping, much less sliding free. My shoulders dropped and my gaze fell back to the prickly hay beneath me. I was running out of ideas. The side of my face still throbbed. My ribs were complaining with every inhale and moaning with every exhale — but that wasn’t the worst of it. In the middle of my chest, my heart lay in ten thousand tiny shards and slivers. It was a glass trinket dropped from a hundred stories, exploding upon impact.

She clutched at her chest, as if trying to ease the physical pain that accompanied her heartbreak. How could he have done this to her? The man she had trusted with her heart had shattered it into a million pieces. As Meagia stepped back and turned around, the silence around her was now almost deafening. Her mind was racing with thoughts and emotions, and she felt as though she could not breathe. She could not bear the thought of facing him, of seeing him with someone else, with alpha’s sister.

kapoor, you didn't get me I guess, I just need your help in helping me keep the two projects that I already have," She looked into his eyes, holding up to the shattered pieces of pride left within her Just like a crushed glass cannot be put together, so can a fractured pride not be put together All Hearts!!

‘Perhaps I should just leave him and live out the rest of my life alone. Her voice cracked slightly, as though her resolve was crumbling. As tears brimmed in her eyes, she fought the urge to cry out, ‘I’ve lost everything! Why should he care? What does he see in me? A sudden, sharp pain erupted in her chest, as if a dagger had pierced it. She gasped sharply as she doubled over in agony, clutching her injured heart. It felt as though someone had stabbed her repeatedly, rendering her unable to breathe or move. Pain shot through her entire torso, threatening to rip her apart. The sensation took her breath away as fear gripped her heart with paralyzing ferocity.

“Dex, what is happening between us, has nothing to do with me not accepting you or Wyatt. I just lost someone very important to me. My heart is currently in pieces. I want to be ready to give you and Wyatt my heart, as a whole, when that time comes.” He tilted his head, smiling slightly. “Why not let us put those pieces back together?” he questioned, reaching up and running a thumb roughly across my cheekbone. My heart skipped a beat. I knew that he meant every word of that. I could feel it. “Okay,” I whispered so quietly, if he weren’t a wolf, he wouldn’t have heard me. Part of me was confused on why I had agreed, but another part of me was hopeful that I could feel something again. Somethi

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

And all she wanted at the time was another beating heart in this deserted castle, another being of warm blood and flesh, another pair of feet to walk beside hers. Her shaky feet were giving up, unable to bear the weight of her being, of her heavy heart. Her hand clutched her chest tightly as she struggled into the first floor. His scent hit her full force as she pushed open the doors to the bedroom they shared. She closes the doors as she collapses to the floor, staring at the carpeted floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Moments pass by as slowly tears start streaming down her face. The silent cries become increasingly louder as she screams her lungs out, her eyes we

She was like a crumpled-up piece of paper lying there, hoping the pain in her heart would miraculously go away. But, it didn’t.

everything she'd built to survive might shatter. After all... How could he love her? How could anyone? She was a mess stitched together by survival, not softness. She wasn't delicate or gentle, not in the way girls were loved in fairy tales. She didn't know how to be held without the need to brace for pain. Her body carried scars... some visible, some buried under skin and memory. But her heart was worse. Fractured too many times to remember where it first broke.

She wanted to hold onto this moment, file away tonight in the place in her brain for special moments that made her heart feel good. But perfect didn’t last as Amber had come to learn the hard way many times before. Full hearts seemed to break the hardest and shattered into the most pieces.