Pieces Of Her Heart 소설 & 이야기

"Get a doctor to dose her with something—anything. Just don't kill her. I've already found the perfect place for her." He tossed the club aside and walked upstairs. Maybe it was the rage come-down. Maybe just pure exhaustion. Either way, he was out the second he hit the bed. He dreamed of Tiffany again. This time, she was in Nyamara. He watched, frozen, as a group of bloated men pinned her down—taking turns. Her skin hunger sent her into a spiral, smashing her head till it bled. Then they cut her open. Took her organs. Carved out her heart as her breath slipped away...

"Haven't I made myself clear? I'm happy with my life now. I never loved you. If it weren't for that arranged marriage, I would've never gotten involved with any of you!" When she finished speaking, she tore the employment contract into pieces and scattered them like snowflakes. Brandon's face went ashen, and his eyes were full of disbelief. Anthony was frozen in place. He didn't react for a while, though he still refused to let the bodyguards take him away. After ripping up the contract, Blaire took the diamond ring from Cameron's hand. When she saw hope flare up in his eyes, she casually tossed the ring aside. The bar was packed with all kinds of people. Nobody knew where it landed, and Bla

I asked lightly. She continued to trace over them as she looked at each of them carefully. Finally, her hand ended over my heart, the wolf. My heart skipped a beat. I took her hand and kissed it gently. I loved everything about her. My Danalee. I smiled at her and my stomach grumbled.

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

To death. It was a dark time in her life, and she had spent every day since then picking out the bullet fragments and ever so slowly piecing her heart back together. It was shattered. And through the pieces of tape and glue as she fit it all together again, ignoring the missing pieces and gaps, she filled it with paper and did all she could to ignore the ache. But it was never fading.

What if Rehan had a past with her but then why he had her pictures locked up in this room? As the various questions started invading my mind, my heart begun shattering. I know it was wrong of me to feel this jealousy after all since very long I've my mind set that these emotions only destroy relations but what about my heart? I maybe a psychologist but still I've a heart of an ordinary woman. That heart which loves Rehan more than anything else. What if Rehan wants to go back with her? He will leave me? I-I...

Her eyes welled up with tears, but I didn’t care. “It’s too late,” she whispered. A hollow, terrible silence filled the room. I clenched my fists. “What do you mean, too late?” She wiped at her tears, her voice trembling. “During the transfer… the heart was accidentally contaminated.” The remains of my fragile heart finally shattered into a million pieces. She swallowed, voice thick with emotion. “The hospital hasn’t reported it yet, but… it can’t be used anymore.” My shoulders shook again as I cried, realizing that I had just gone back to square one again.

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.

They traced a path of sorrow and longing, evidence of the remnants of love and heartache that still resided within her. In the quiet solitude of her room, Selena sought solace, desperately clinging to the fragile remnants of her shattered heart. She didn't need any more of this drama, not now, when she was trying to rebuild the fragments of her soul. "Argh!" Selena's exclamation reverberated through the confines of her room, the frustration in her voice echoing off the walls. Overwhelmed by her emotions, she buried her head deep into her pillows, seeking a momentary escape.