Vulnerable Hearts Novels & Stories

Everything we had has been a lie, a whole load of lies. More tears welled up in my eyes, as I stared down at my feet. I clenched my fists, quickly drawing in breaths, hoping the feeling would pass. I felt a sudden ache in my chest and slowly rubbed my chest, trying to ease the ache in my heart and gulped in air once again. It was so hard for me to breathe. I tried to clear my throat but the twisted lump remained drawing my voice together.

Before she left home and became the one she was now, fearless, Vicky used to tell me always that to love was to have an emotional vulnerability. And this thing remained so imprinted in my mind that I ended up thinking not twice but three times if I would give my heart to anyone and just after what happened to Bella and my son, even more so. But time healed the wounds, and I was ready to try again. I was not willing to give loneliness any extra chance. “Yeah, I know. I think this was just an uprising of my inner wolf.” But just then the door opened, slamming the wall behind it, revealing a nervous and intrigued Teresa. She fired flames from her eyes and rightly so, she was.

The intensity of his stare sent shivers down my spine, and I braced myself for his next move. In that moment, I felt utterly vulnerable, a pawn in their dangerous game.

I lower my gaze back to my phone screen and type: Me: Yeah, it used to be. Being with Max, my ribcage has become far from empty. Sure, there's always been room in it for the love I feel for my family, no doubt about that. But now, despite the lingering fear of heartbreak that the mere thought of it brings, I have a heart capable of complete vulnerability once more. It beats loudly and proudly in my chest as I take in Max's captivating expression after he reads my text. Despite the apparent safety of emptiness, I've decided it's been far too long since I've chosen to keep it that way.

Aslan had woken up from his sleep sweating. He muttered a prayer, rubbing at his temple to wipe away the remnants of his nightmare. He sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. He took in a deep breath and exhaled, forcing his racing heart to calm down. His nightmare was vivid and he felt a sudden pain tug at his heart. He felt as if he was living the events that took place over and over again. His heart constricted with pain and he felt his body shake as fear overtook him. It was back, his nightmare was back. He had feared for that moment but it was already here and there's nothing he could do about it but brace himself for the worse.

"Seems rather dramatic for corporate security." "The most valuable tools," she'd replied then, "are the ones you hope never to use." Now, she studied the blade with new purpose. Alex had given her something she'd never expected to find in her dangerous world: a heart that could break. And she would move heaven and earth—or tunnel through it with her bare hands—to reclaim it. As she turned back toward the collapsed tunnel, a new tremor shook the ground beneath her feet. Not an aftershock from the facility's destruction, but something else. Something worse.

"It's horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest, it opens up your heart, and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up." "You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you. Then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, smiled at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore."

Marissa, who sat in silence, intruded," Flora, perhaps this is the moment to let that frail thread of stopgap lead you down from solitariness. Indeed if it scares you, occasionally the heart has to take the threat of opening again in order to be truly healed." Flora's reply was colored with sadness and query," I am hysterical , Marissa. The thought of opening my heart again, of being vulnerable, it pains me. I keep replaying our history with you — the soft moments, the hushed pledges — and they disaccord with the harsh verity of what we have come.".

] [It's an A-rank cursed item that targets congenital weaknesses! [These players are disgusting! They exploited her kindness!] [It's over. They're going to use her heart condition against her!] "Hand over your Tarot cards and those artifacts," Brad threatened. "Or this 'Heartbeat Hourglass' will make your heart explode." "We did our research on you," another player sneered. "Congenital heart disease, right? This item will put an infinite strain on your heart." "Why?" The word was a choked whisper. I stared at them, my heart shattering. "I thought... we were friends."

" … Edward frowned deeply. When he spoke, it sounded like he was grinding his teeth. "Jasmine, your sister is about to kill herself, and you're still thinking about a handkerchief? "Is romance really that important to you? Important enough to make you this cruel?" The moon hung high in the sky. It was already late at night. Edward turned and stormed off, his sleeve snapping in the wind. I stood alone in the middle of the street, the cold wind making my head spin. However, the colder my heart felt, the tighter I held onto the engagement document.