The Healer Of Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

“We work in the same building. News travels fast at the hotel. Besides, I have known you for years. I knew how stubborn you were. I also knew that beneath the hard façade – the sophistication you acquired over the years – you are still the naïve, child-like Briana I used to know.” “Five years, and I still feel like that lost little girl, stepping for the first time in her first home,” I admitted self-deprecatingly. “It takes time for a heart to heal. Sometimes, it takes a lifetime.” He told me cryptically. “I hate him! He broke me!” I said in the gaping silence. “Have you ever considered that Noah Hunter could most possibly be the one to heal your pain?” That had me looking up from my p

he paused and touched my cheek and a broad smile spread on my face. "I want you to be my healer, with you by my side I can heal from the inside and let go of my past. I want to know what it feels like to love and be loved. I want my heart to heal from that trauma, I want you to help me forget everything. Would you accept to be my healer?"

He mentioned to me that he failed her, but how would he react if Serena showed up? Speaking of her, I hope that she's fine. She took a hit, and I do know how it feels like to be thrown like that. Automatically, my hand felt my stomach. I broke a rib or two, and the bruises are still staining my skin. Whatever potion Serena gave me, it healed where I was broken. I began to wonder, would that potion could also heal a broken heart? If so, Mellon should drink a gallon. "Serena," I uttered. "What is she to you?"

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

Her sobs turned into wails and it felt like someone was stabbing poisoned daggers into my heart. I hugged her tighter and let her weep like a baby. I couldn't even imagine what she was going through. She had always chosen to be with Luke but now watching her relationship turning into something ugly must be heartbreaking beyond imagination. I brushed my hand up and down her back soothingly but how could that be enough after watching pure loathing in your lover's eyes for you? And then, all of a sudden, I remembered that I was a freakin' Healer. Breaking the hug, I placed my palm over her heart and channeled my energy into it. I closed my eyes and felt her pain and distress. As a Healer, I cou

His heart was set in stone, he will have her again, one way or another. She was standing in front of his mended heart, his journey had come into full circle. It was exactly like he had imagined it. The person who broke his heart into a million pieces was there to witness what has came out of it. She was his love, his muse, his executioner, his savior, and all the universe had conspire to bring him back to the one that will be the gold that fills the cracks of his broken heart.

He needs to know that I am here to pick him up and make him whole. It is actions that broke his heart apart, but with my words, I know that I can soothe that deep agony that tortures him still. With my words, I can soothe him until the cage around his heart snaps as if it is made of thin caramel strands rather than a cast iron. With words, I can take what is broken inside and make him willing to walk the hard road of recovery. I know that if my words are not backed up by love, they will all be as valuable as the print on a letter that is charring and burning in the earth

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.

The music at the Full Moon feast was deafening. I bent down, fumbling with the strap on my heel. When I looked up, they were already gone. My fated mate, Callum—the feared Alpha of the Red Maple pack—and Freya, my once-best friend. I started to follow. To lift my dress and run. But the space by his side—my space, the Luna's space—was already gone. Their bodies were pressed close. Whispering about pack politics. Things I'd never understand. It was like I wasn't even there. An outsider. I always knew we'd have an arranged marriage. Callum and me. Finding out we were Mates was no surprise. Our wolves were made for each other. A fatal attraction. Until Freya proved herself as a lethal fighter. S