You Can Heal Your Life Kindle Novels & Stories

"No.. don't cry, your tears are too Precious to be shade for your ruthless father Joy. They should only be shade for joy, when you are happy. "But it hurts so much Taylor, will I ever heal..." She sobbed as she rested her head on his chest. "Joy.. healing doesn't mean the damage never existed,..it only means you are not allowing that damage to control your beautiful life.. you deserve to be happy, that's the greatest favor you can do for yourself." He said in a gentle voice as he lifted up her chin to make her look at him. He save her a bright smile which lifted up her spirit, she felt lighter at least she shared her dark past with someone.

Roonie is still unconscious in bed, but his skin improved, and his vitals are balanced. She comes like this everyday to read him books, and she enjoys it so much. She set down the three books and picked one, then she opened it and sighed. "I know you can't hear me, but at least... your subconscious should connect with me. I finished reading Harry Potter to you yesterday, and today, it's a book about flowers, titled... BEAUTIES" She said, glancing at him. She stretched her right hand to him and held his right hand with it, rubbing it softly.

“The dead leave marks when they walk the land. Marks that don’t heal on their own.” “And you know how to... what, unmark it?” “Something like that,” I murmured. He stepped back, giving me space. “I’ll just... stand here in awe, then.” I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing. This was old magic. Healing wasn’t just stitching wounds or brewing herbs. It was connection—between soul and soil, between intention and the memory of the land. My lips began to move, almost on their own. The words were ancient, not from any spellbook. They came from somewhere deeper—from the part of me that Grimkeeper had awakened.

The team members' amazed voices came from within. Only then did Janice and Chad go in. "Devin, there's no need for you to go in since you're an ordinary person." Heh, after the apocalypse, I awakened the only healing superpower. If I hadn't gotten severely injured saving Chad, you would never have had the chance to take my power. Chad turned back and looked at me meaningfully. The complex emotion in his eyes stunned me. He silently mouthed, "Get away from here!"

And that was the greatest title he could ever win. --- **"Once, someone told him love doesn't heal. But no one said it could teach you how to live again. That a touch could feel like home. A glance could offer shelter. A word could forgive the past. He didn't heal through shouting. Not as a hero. Not all at once. But one step at a time— toward the one who never gave up on him. And when his hand wrapped around a little boy's, and beside him stood the heart that led him through every darkness,

“Who is this really?” “It’s me, Camilia. I’m alive. I’m well. I’m in Italy,” I replied, my voice steady despite the tears forming in my eyes. There was a pause. Then her voice came, sharp and defensive. “Now you listen to me! If you’re playing games and pretending to be someone else, you’ll wish it was really them lying in the grave!” My heart melted at her words. I smiled through my tears. “Camilia, it’s really me. I survived that accident. A kind stranger saved me, and when the world thought I was dead, I left to rebuild my life away from everything that hurt me.”

I'm an adult learning that love should feel safe. What I'm afraid of: That I'll never really heal. That I'll always be broken. That I'll go back to them because it's familiar and easier than this terrifying freedom. What I'm grateful for: Dr. Chen seeing me clearly. Mina loving me anyway. Damien not being my enemy. My own courage for walking into that therapy office and admitting I need help. What I'm choosing: Myself. Every day. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard.

Do what you will with me if you just bring him back. Closing my eyes, I delve deep within searching for the spark of power that's always thrummed in my blood. At first, there is nothing. Panic rises swift before I force it down, focusing my mind and calling the gift to the surface. A trickle of warmth wakes in answer, flowing into my hands where they rest against Adam's chest. I pour every ounce of energy I possess into healing the damage done, but it's not enough. His life force continues to fade away. A sob tears from my throat as I lift my head, gazing at the pack that's always been my strength. Their eyes hold silent pleas for me to work some miracle. I have no gift left to give, drained

Esme's POV It had been over a week since I woke up. I suffered second degree burns in different parts of my body, my back was mostly affected but they've all healed completely. My ability to heal really quickly stunned the doctor and she said not to worry about the scars because they would smoothen over time. She also provided an ointment made with a rare herb which would help with the discoloration.

Walking with Caleb feels so nice, so natural, and right. Each moment I spend with him, I'm more convinced that we're mates. But I'm not sure he feels the same way as me. The forest calms me regardless. The trees soak up my anguish. Animals remind me of the life that still blooms around me. The flowers bring color and peace to my mind. “How did you learn to heal people?” I ask him, curious to know everything about him. “I was nearly dead. It must have taken some skill to bring me back.