The Healer Of Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

"My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..." She halted her step toward me immediately and then gently helped Adrian to his feet. "Don't worry; we'll head to the hospital right away." As they left, Adrian glanced back, a fleeting smirk of triumph in his eyes. ... At the emergency room, as the doctor stitched my wound, I coincidentally ran into Sophia, who was helping Adrian out of an examination room. Perhaps feeling a hint of guilt, she approached the doctor to ask about my condition. "Is he seriously hurt?"

Just as we neared the cab, I heard the mansion door slam shut, the sound echoing ominously. I stopped in my tracks, sensing Ellis flinch beside me. I already knew who it was. Steeling myself, I turned around. There he stood—a wounded man. Not physically, though. His casual clothes were fine, and while he was upset, there were no visible injuries. But I could see it—the pain, the inner turmoil. He was bleeding internally, emotionally. His anguish was palpable, and it explained the oppressive sadness surrounding this place. Alexandria whimpered in my mind, recognizing his wolf’s pain. We knew it all too well.

There is only one man in this world who can shatter my heart into a million pieces—and there’s only one who can put those broken pieces back together. And he did.

She had stood before him with nothing but trembling hands, placing her palm on his chest. “You’re not a monster,” she had said back then. And now, standing again in that memory, she heard herself say it. But it wasn’t her voice anymore. It was someone else’s. Wrong. Hollow. The Trial was asking: Do you remember why you said it? Tears slipped down Emma’s cheeks. “Because I saw the humanity in him,” she whispered. “Because I believe healing is more than fixing a wound. It’s reminding someone they were never broken.” The flame pulsed around her.

Every sigh, a surrender. And as the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of his arms and the steady thrum of his heartbeat, Aurora realized she had never truly been touched before. Not like this. Not like love. Aurora’s body is fast becoming an addiction—one I have no hope of shaking. She’s a vision above me, all flushed skin and trembling limbs, her chestnut curls tumbling down her back as she moves. She is sweeter than heroin, more intoxicating than power or revenge, and with every gasp, every shudder, I feel myself unraveling.

“I have a sore throat. Please tell Mr. Walker I would be in today.” “Okay, darling, are you taking a personal day?” “No. Put it down as another sick day.” “I hope you feel better at least physically, honey, emotionally it’s going to take some time for the heart to heal, but it will heal, Tippa. We are all cheering for you here at work and thoroughly understand, even Mr. Walker. Girl, he doesn’t normally give this kind of time off for no employees, so you are blessed.” “Thank you, J’anna, for the encouraging words.”

Nolan waved at Seara and shouted, “I’ll stop by during your break, Beautiful!” In the academy’s medical room, Seara tried to focus. Healer Winona—a meticulous middle-aged female wolf healer—accompanied her. In front of them was a guard soldier suffering from a shoulder fracture due to combat training. "Remember, Seara. You are a non-dominant healer," Winona explained. "You cannot force the energy out. You have to feel it flow like water filling the cracks in the broken bones. Place your hands on his shoulder, close your eyes, and imagine the bones coming back together."