Pieces Of Her Heart Novels & Stories

Meg hurried into her room, bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle her crying; she felt as if a stake was driven through her chest. She leaned on the wall allowing her body to slide until it touched the floor. Sitting there, on the floor of her chamber, she experienced the tearing pain that spread through her chest, permeating her entire being. She wondered how many times a heart could be broken and still continue to beat. The pieces to which her heart had been shattered were so numerous that it became impossible to gather all the shards, each fragment being a painful memory.

She felt like sharp claws were gnawing at her heart, tearing it to pieces. She didn’t know…

"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.

The place she had been covering for a long time, there was nothing in there, just a shape of the heart, which looked like it was gently cut off from her. It's almost making sense now, while she had to realise Kaila, why she keeps calling, why Tessa keeps acting up, because Velise didn't have a heart. They stole it, why she was dead, and it's being used somewhere with someone else, somehow… Now I understand why all this keeps happening.. But then My heart still pounded against my ribs. “Where should I go back to?” She didn’t answer. Instead, her face twisted in pain, her body shaking as if something inside her was tearing apart. She tried to speak, but all that came out was a strangled cry… h

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 legs walked so fast her joints were burning, she was running, running from her past running from Richard's hurt, and running presently from Leonardo. Who knows, who might hurt her next? If she doesn't run, she doesn't know what her heart might do next, her heart is speaking in a language her mind finds confusing. Funny enough only Leonardo seems to be the one who clearly understands her heart and she was running from him. If she doesn't run, he would win her and then break her glued remainder of what she calls a heart. Which worked on its rusted hinges, and might give up from another fatal blow. She is simply running because she is afraid of falling in love with Leonardo.