روايات وقصص ضمن Vulnerable Hearts

This was slow and deep and devastating, his mouth moving against hers like he was learning her, memorizing her, cataloging every sound she made. His hands came up to frame her face, cupping her jaw with a tenderness that made her want to weep. He kissed her like she was something precious, something fragile, something he was terrified of breaking. And Mira—Mira, who had built her own walls, who had learned to rely on no one, who had survived loss and grief and the slow grind of poverty—felt every single one of her defenses crumble. "Tell me to stop," he murmured against her lips. "Tell me now, because if you don't—"

For a heartbeat, my hand felt exposed, and vulnerable. My mask crumbled with it, the illusion shattering.

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.

Heart by heart. With all my love, Kavira Hiraeth💜

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.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved. There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket — safe, dark, motionless, airless – it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tr

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.

In conclusion, that strange feeling is Vulnerability Because that feeling is scary, it’s basically giving someone a map of all your flaws and imperfections and putting faith in them and being convinced that they are worth it."

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?."