Vulnerable Hearts Novels & Stories

he explained. I swallowed hard and took a deep breath before nodding. I understood that his accusations were born from fear. He was traumatized by his past, and it made him believe that everyone he loved would eventually abandon him. I closed my eyes and tapped his arm gently. He held me tighter as he buried his face in my neck. "I love you, Zari. Please promise me that you will never leave me," he said, his voice tinged with desperation. "As long as you don’t give me a reason to leave you, I'll stay with you, Brandon," I replied.

"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.

“I don’t even see the anger anymore. Just… distance. A wall of ice.” “He’s retreating,” Beatrice says wisely, squeezing my hands. “It’s what they do. When the reality of what they are, what they must do, becomes too much, they withdraw into their fortress of duty and stone. They leave the living, feeling heart outside the walls.” She sighs, a sound of infinite sadness. “It’s why he could never truly love Lillian. Or anyone. The heart is a vulnerability his fortress cannot allow.”

“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.

This sense of sudden vulnerability gnawed at her, making the world feel more dangerous than ever. In its aftermath, she carried a deep ache—a broken heart from personal loss and the ruin left behind. The pain was sharpest in quiet moments, when memories pressed in on how vulnerable, afraid, and helpless she felt. Not to mention the echoes of cries due to the devastation it left behind for so many. Even as she tried to move forward, the weight of her recent heartbreak, mixed with uncertainty and fear, weighed on her existence in a small town like Madhfel.

I press the letter to my chest and I feel the heart thump against the paper like a reply. "I don't know your name as I write this. I don't know your face. But I know you needed a heart and I have one to give, and honestly that's a better love story than most people get. My heart is stubborn, that’s a fair warning. It beats faster when it's angry and slower when it's near lavender and it has a terrible habit of falling in love with people who don't know what to do with love. That might be my fault. Or it might just be the heart. Either way, it's yours now. So make sure you appreciate it and treat it better than I did."

The loud and irregular heartbeat in my chest became steady whenever he used his hand to guide me through the faintest pressure of his hand at my back. I allowed myself to release my emotions after months of keeping them hidden behind my protective wall which had developed after experiencing betrayal and chaos and keeping secrets. My mind told me to stay away from dangerous things but my heart kept inviting me to enter a risky situation.I tried to speak the words which represented my emotional chaos but they became stuck in my throat. Victor's eyes became dark and intense with a special softening quality which made him appear vulnerable.