Rekindled Heartache Novels & Stories

“You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself to get attention from the other party.” “So sweetheart. Pursue your dreams and wait for the right one to come. But if it don’t eventually come. Then know it wasn’t meant to be. I only hope you don’t end up bitter like me.” At the word ‘bitter’, she released her from the hug and spoke into her eyes. “I know you’ll find your better half soon. I’m sure you would.” “Thanks mum.” They hugged once more briefly and afterwards washed the dishes before departing to their

He looks so deadly serious, delivering another wound to my soul and I break down properly. Heart-wrenching with how bad this can feel, how bad his rejections always affect me, and I start to cry painfully. Like a wounded child who doesn’t care if anyone sees her. Arrick moves towards me as tears make their way down my face, his own face crumbling at the sight of them, and losing all resolve.

She was catching her breath too after their lips parted. Seeing them reconciled, Roland shook his head and went away. He left without saying a word but in his mind: “ Will meet again someday, Danielle.” Meanwhile, Grace was disappointed and felt like she was cheated. She frowned and walked out of the place. She can't stand seeing the two being so intimate together. She wanted that man badly and planned to take revenge.

Her heart ached, knowing that their love had been lost and shattered. “What are you doing here?” Ruben’s words pierced through the air, laced with a mix of anger and frustration. He couldn’t fathom why she had come back into his life, disrupting the fragile balance he had found with Arlet. The pain and betrayal he had experienced resurfaced, intensifying the wall he had built around himself. Reile lowered her eyes, a mask of composure slipping over her features. With a calm yet saddened tone, she responded, “I couldn’t think of anyone else except you.”

"I know that you were endangered because of me. I apologize. This will never happen again." He left before I could say another word. I only said the truth, but why did it make me feel guilty and bitter? Watching him leave that room reminded me of the pain I felt three years ago... Silly little Nova. I could tell myself that I had healed, but my addiction returned the second I felt his lime and rosemary scent. My heart ached more with every thundering beat. Were we doomed to hurt each other like that? If so, I should consider getting a heart transplant… ***

He remembered the vulnerability they had both displayed, the passion they had shared, and the genuine moments of connection. The ache in his heart intensified, and Reid was filled with a sense of misery and heartache. The turmoil he experienced wasn't solely due to Bella's deception; it was also dredging up painful memories from his past. He recalled the woman who had used him, manipulated him, and lied about being pregnant with his child. During that chapter of his life, he finds out from the doctors that he is infertile and that he will never be able to father a child. It was a wound that had never fully healed.

He said he would never hurt her sister, he said he loved her. Aaron’s love was real. His actions toward her were real. Katrina had been living in delusion. May she had been jealous of her sister. He had always been in her heart. Katrina never got over Aaron. And now, she realized that her revenge wasn’t only because of the thought that he was her sister’s killer. Her revenge was also because of things that had happened in the past. Because of the rejection.

"They are made of pain, regret, and loss. To truly break the harp's spell, you must confront them all." Taking a deep breath, I delved deeper into our shared past, bringing forth the moment we had reunited after the misunderstanding. It was a moment filled with raw emotion—pain, relief, love—all merging into one. The scene showed us on a moonlit beach, tears streaming down both our faces as we clung to each other, promising never to let go again. The memory was so potent that the very air in the arena seemed to thicken with emotion. Richard gasped, clutching his chest as if physically pained. His eyes met mine, and for the first time, there was a flicker of recognition. "Elain?" he whispered

"We will do our best for you, Andien." Anjani's death had left Andien with a deep grudge against Kenan, and she tried to find out the man's weaknesses. But the only person closest to Kenan was Mark. Was it possible for Mark to tell her about Kenan's weaknesses? Andien leaned back in her chair and talked to herself. "Even though Mark had done a lot of dishonest things to Kenan, there is no way that Mark would just talk about Kenan's weaknesses. What should I do and how can I get my heart back?"

"And you… you’re not going to hurt me? He smiles, clutching both sides of my cheek. He comes so close I can feel his breath on my face. Then, he plants a chaste kiss on my forehead. He lingers, not pulling away. I close my eyes, a million memories of Lucas flash before me. Oh Goddess! How can my heart hurt this much? "I could never bring myself to hurt you. I’ve had too many nightmares of how I treated you. I’ve ripped my heart out a dozen times in regret for rejecting you. You are my life, Elara Moore. Please take me back.’’