Vulnerable Hearts Novels & Stories

“Delilah… he must love you. That’s why he can’t heal properly. That’s why he’s so guarded… so dangerous with his emotions.” I shot upright, panic breaking loose in my chest. “What do you mean he can’t heal? How…?” She shook her head. “You’ll have to ask him yourself. I can’t tell you everything. But… be careful. He’s not just angry. He’s… vulnerable too.” Her words settled into me like stones, heavy and sharp. I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the tension in my shoulders tighten into a rigid coil. He was vulnerable and dangerous. That was how Viktor had always been, a storm I couldn’t quite predict.

As far as I know we are only forbidden to reveal our identity to them, thus I only show myself in disguise. I watched him sleep and every time he is trying to do something bad I try to kill the evil around him. The things are, there are too many evil around him. They love to feed on the bitterness that Harold has in the life he’d been with. The more he harbors it in his heart the stronger they become. We call them Eater, because they only grow when something unholy comes out of the man’s heart. They grow as human desire evil thoughts and even hide anger, lust or any of its kind. Whatever things that are not from the Lord the Eaters were being fed off.

"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."

"That caring about someone was just giving them a way to hurt you. But that's not true. Love is strength. It's the only thing that matters." Mira leaned her head on his knee. "What changed your mind?" "You. Her." He shifted Hope to one arm and reached down to cup Mira's face. "You showed me that vulnerability isn't weakness. That letting someone in doesn't mean losing yourself. That love is worth the risk." Mira turned her head and pressed a kiss to his palm. "I love you, Kieran Locke." "I love you too, Mira Locke." Hope finished her bottle and let out a tiny burp.

I said to my reflection: "Amethyst, do you really want someone to win a place inside your heart like Nicolai? A mean to an end, or is it a decent person that deserves his chance? Just swung there and waved a hesitating uncertainty through my veins. Another part wanted to send him back. It's part of human instinct which will help create love from vulnerability, though the other side-a deep and even more hopeful one-made me crave this thing so that I can somehow really go through. I knew I placed walls around my heart in the form of betrayal and loss. With Nicolai, though, it is a different energy. I had light brought into all my darkness, and the realization that I was letting that happen sca

I learned to be strong, to never show my feelings; being vulnerable is not an option. And while I maintain this dual facade, I have never forgotten that night. Revenge is a promise I made to myself. I will find them, one by one, and they will pay. Beneath it all, I am a divided woman, hungry for power, for justice, and for something more that I still can’t name.

She ended the call. She'd never seen him cry, not even ten years ago, when a rebar had speared clean through his shoulder. But now? He was sobbing over Lylith. Lorrie was already weak after having her blood drawn and getting caught in the rain. She tried to stand up to close the window, but her legs gave out the moment she rose, and she collapsed. In her dream, she was back on the night she lost her virginity, curled in Chuck's arms as they talked about traveling the world together after they got married.

It's like a stab to the chest, leaving you in a state of unrest. The worst part is when they don't even care That's the most painful thing to bear. Sometimes they love someone else. That's a different type of hell. Waiting, watching and searching for clues , If you'll ever be able to make them yours. Mahendra could only stare at her as she recited the poem. At her eyes and at her lips. He was mesmerized by her. Internally, he felt beyond happy that she left Vikram. His arm was still around her waist and he wanted it like that.

Richard responded coldly. "How could you do this to me? I trusted and loved you with all my heart." Sheila said as the tears which had been holding fell freely. Richard stood firm on seeing Sheila's emotions had ran high. "Please use the door or don't blame me for being rude, because I hate seeing tears" he said, unfazed. Sheila's voice was barely above a whisper as she pleaded with him. "I know you have a reason for this. Please stop this game and don't go through with this divorce of a thing, will you do that?."