Best Book For Heartbreak Novels & Stories

"It's not my fault you are miserable… Okay, it kinda is but it's not my fault you chose to kiss him over running around naked—" "On a football field! Neo!" I shouted. "And this is no longer about the kiss, it's about my heart—" "And so?" Sighing, I massaged my forehead, lifting myself to sit. "Look, there's nothing wrong in getting your heart broken, it's nothing. If you think that you can survive in this world without heartbreak, then you are not human. It's normal for people who have a heart. Just look at me, I've gotten my heart broken twice, and I've broken about thirty-five girls' hearts all my life—"

"Let's get crazy drunk tonight." They said the best remedy to ease a broken heart is through intoxication. Though this heart of mine had been torn, ripped, prodded and shredded to deformed fragments before, today, it was non-existent. Eff my life.

Playlist for this chapter; Sia - Big Girls Cry, Alessia Cara - Out Of Love, Backstreet Boys - Incomplete, - The worst thing about heartbreak is that, the ones who broke your heart, never leave your head. Rather, they plant themselves there and torture you, no matter how hard you try to get rid of them. Why? Because you built your whole world around them. - From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones. - - Max must be kidding, he'll surely come back to me tomorrow and everything would go back to normal. Is what I used in assuring myself throughout my stay at the hospital, untill I was discharged a week later.

Heartbreak is a feeling that makes you want to rip your own heart out so your heart can’t feel the pain anymore. Almost everybody is going to go through it at least once. If you are able to avoid it your entire life, then consider yourself luxury. It can be either a breakup, a death, or any other real disappointment in life that is just too unbearable for the heart you have to handle.It leaves you with a ton of questions, depending on the root of the pain. You're wondering if you will ever be able to move on from that person who hurt you. The one that ripped your heart out. The one who you wanted so desperately even though you knew it wouldn’t work, and happiness from it would always be out

Allowing him to pursue her meant she was interested. Thinking of her past heartbreak, Joseph warned: "Don't fall too deep too fast. In relationships, the one who cares more always gets hurt the most."

"Don't cry. Who am I saying to? I'm crying myself. I hate this." I squeezed eyes hard to control the emotions but nothing could be contained. How do I handle the breaking of my heart in thousand little of pieces of nothing? How do I contain everything with me? I'm breaking up with you. I won't come back. I won't torment you anymore. "Kabir, please, please." "The ring," he whispered. "I love the ring. It's so beautiful. It would've looked so beautiful in your hand. When I saw it, I knew it was made for my bookworm," he breathed, his voice fading into tiny mumbling I was aware of.

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."

Roberta sighed and shook her head, “Finding a partner that is right for you is so hard, it’s harder than going to the moon honestly. You don’t have to feel miserable, we are all struggling with our love lives, it’s a mess everywhere.” I appreciated her encouragement so I stopped crying, she wiped the tears under my eyes and smiled, “You will be fine, we will all be fine. When you are ready let me know, I will try and set you up with someone else.” she said. In my bed that night, I could feel nothing but pain. One thing I have noticed after suffering from two heartbreaks is that the pain gets worse at night. Even in my dreams, I was crying, I needed Ralph back with me.

"Publisher thinks it's marketable. Margaret thinks it'll spark important conversations about prosecutorial misconduct." "And what do you think?" Aloe asked. "I think Morrison tried to destroy me and instead gave me platform to help others. That feels like appropriate ending to his story." My phone rang Sofia with news about the book's pre-orders. "Blake, we're already at fifteen thousand pre-orders three months before publication. The publicity from your case created built-in audience. This could actually be a bestseller." After hanging up, I felt strange mix of satisfaction and discomfort. Morrison's malice was indirectly making me successful, creating opportunities from catastrophe. The ir

"I was wrong, Gail. I see my heart clearly now. Please, give me one more chance." My voice rose, sharp and unyielding. "In our last life, when you locked me in that suffocating dark room, did you consider giving me a chance? You scarred my face with a branch, leaving me to endure the mockery of my peers. You destroyed my beloved doll, sealing it in plaster. I excused it all, believing your illness justified your cruelty. How many chances did I grant you?" I paused and added, "Your so-called emotional detachment? When it came to wounding someone who loved you, your heart was as cold and precise as a blade. I should have seen through your deception from the start."