روايات وقصص ضمن Vulnerable Hearts

How do people learn to love and trust again after being hurt so many times by the ones they love? I know emotions are difficult to handle, but we have to face them when they come. Pain is one of the hardest, sadness, anger you may not want to deal with it, but you have to. That’s just how life works… As I stood on the ledge, a glass of red wine in hand, twelve stories above the streets of Metro Manila, I found myself thinking about suicide.

"Even so, it's not going to be easy to find a heart donor. I still have some savings. If we can get enough money, maybe someone would—" "There is someone!" Ruby pulled out a compatibility report that she'd somehow prepared. "Look at this. It's from that girl in the ICU. Her family hasn't come forward to identify her, have they?" My blood immediately ran cold.

Shards of glass scattered in every direction, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Within the shattered remains, a beating heart lay exposed, its crimson flesh pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Abigail's eyes widened in horror, her face contorting into a mask of pure anguish as she witnessed the heart's final moments. The pulsing slowed, the rhythmic beating growing fainter with each passing second. The heart shriveled, its vibrant hue fading to a sickly grey, until finally, it stilled, the last vestiges of life extinguished.

Her heightened senses immediately perceived the movement of his heart beat. She gasped as the rhythm of the beat fastened under her fingers. It was beating too loudly, driving her insane. She tried to move her hands away but Poison held it there, his eyes closed. “That's my heartbeat. It's not sounding too loudly, you just can't control your heightened sensitivity.” He opened his eyes and let go of her hsnds, staring at her coldly. Violet snatched her hand away and turned to leave, “You don't have a heart, Violet. If you gather energy that isn't yours, it'll suck your soul away.”

“I am vague without them. I feel vulnerable. I don’t have control over my heart. They remain on my mind. What should I do?” “Shhh…” she hushed, stopping me from crying. “Honey, I understand you, and I’m sorry this is happening to you. I am susceptible to help you in this kind of situation. I know you’re deeply hurt and helpless.” “You don’t understand, Oliver. I feel like my heart is being segregated from me. My heart aches and bleeds, yet it continues to scream for them. I’m helpless, Oliver. Helpless,” I cried out, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Please help me.”

Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable… "They can be gentle and kind, yet brutal in the blink of an eye. With women involved, almost anything is possible. They're like delicate flowers; treat them with care and respect. If you hurt them, whether or not they seek revenge, karma is real, and a woman's tears rapidly trigger it. "Men, be careful out there." Archie listened to the radio presenter's ominous warning, which concluded the program. He turned down the volume and let out a deep breath. Although he had accidentally tuned into the radio, he couldn't bring himself to switch it off after hearing the program title, "Return of a Despaired Woman."

“Show me your heart, Rosemary Blackhollow. Show me what you’re willing to sacrifice.” The ground beneath me cracked and splintered, a deep, bone-chilling sound echoing through the wasteland. I staggered, trying to keep my balance, but a searing pain erupted in my chest. It felt as though claws were tearing through my heart, pulling me apart from the inside. A scream tore from my throat, raw and primal, as I clutched at the invisible force wreaking havoc within me.

"We’ve created a world where 'Sanctuary' is a 'Death-Sentence.' We have to find a way to give them the 'Silence' without the 'Vulnerability.' We have to build a 'Sombra-Shield' that protects the body while leaving the mind alone." But as she worked on the "Shield-Standard," Avery looked at her own hands. The silver veins were pulsing with a new, frantic rhythm. She realized that by stepping into the Vaults, she had "Infected" herself with something far more dangerous than the flu: she had remembered what it felt like to have a secret.

Lucian asked, his voice low and dangerous. Thomas looked at Lucian with a profound, fatherly sadness. "The vault is keyed to the Vance heart. But not just any heart. It requires the 'First Love' frequency. Elena locked it that way so that Silas could never enter. Only someone who truly loved her without a program, without a directive can turn the key." He looked at Maya, then back at Lucian. "The problem is, Twelve... you were programmed to love her. Your heart beats with a pre-set rhythm. If you touch the door, the security system will recognize the code and incinerate everyone in the tunnel."