Best Book For Heartbreak Novels & Stories

I wish I was more sensible. I take another huge gulp from the champagne bottle, then groan loudly afterwards. I feel like I'm being ripped apart from the inside. Nothing in my entire life has ever hurt this bad. Absolutely nothing. Heartbreak is the worst pain imaginable. I never thought it was but now that I'm feeling it, I know it is. Indigo hates me now. There's no coming back from that. I bet she's going to move on from me sooner than later, leaving me alone in despair.

C H A P T E R 2 : A S H E R W O R L D C R U M B L E S You do not know what heartbreak is until you look at yourself in the mirror with tears welling up in your eyes, seeing your reflection as a disappointment because they left you for things they thought were worth it. Trust me there is nothing beautiful about aching from the insides. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬

He recounted their shared past in soft whispers, trying with all his heart to stir something inside her, to bring back even a flicker of what once was. But her memory remained a blank slate. "Charles," she asked one day, her voice light with confusion, "what have I forgotten? Why does it feel like… like there's a hole in my heart?" Charles looked at her, his voice low and filled with ache. "Maya… you've forgotten someone. Someone who used to mean a great deal to you." She frowned, trying to reach into the void—but found nothing. "If he was really that important… how could I forget him? I only remember you."

How pathetic. It was nicer when things were just bad… not now that they are worse. Now the worst thing is that if I’m wrong, people get hurt. And even if I’m right, people will still get hurt. I try to cosy up and sleep. ~~~ At 5:12 AM my alarm clock buzzes. I quickly kill it before it can wake the neighbors or better still my mom. I dress in all black. It includes my hoodie, my jeans and my sneakers. I check the burner phone twice, to make sure the files are encrypted and I still check again before leaving. Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit.

How do you explain to someone that the person who swore to protect your heart, was the one who stomped on it without a second thought? My first heartbreak wasn't loud. It didn't come with slammed doors or broken glass. It came with silence. And a tear I didn't let him see.

Neither realized that sometimes, heartbreak isn’t caused by lies it’s caused by stories told too soon, and truths told too late. The world slept. But between them, the ache stayed awake breathing, waiting, aching for something beyond forgiveness.

" My head buzzed. All the blood in my body seemed to turn cold. How could he say something like that? When Fleur ruined my third job, I was already pushed to the breaking point. That was when I lost my first child. I didn't dare close my eyes at night. The moment I did, all I saw was blood soaking my skirt, and the child I had longed for—burning in my mind until I spoke nonsense. Shane was furious and blocked Fleur. But less than a week later, while I was still bleeding, he softened again because Fleur went on a hunger strike.

"They say it’s better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green."-Conor Oberst Faiths POV "Andrew" "Go away Faith." He said angrily. "Why are you acting like this?" I asked. "You're the one who did it to me first? Breaking my fucking heart you piece of whore." He said. "Why don't you believe me? Do you not trust me?" I asked him.

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

“Why apologize? They’re the ones being petty.” “But…” Megan whimpered, tears welling up in her eyes, “If my presence is causing your marriages to fall apart, I should...” She looked as though she might break into sobs at any moment while her brothers looked on grimly. At that moment, I finally understood that Sarah and I could never compete with Megan. That fragile, helpless expression was something I could never master. Men have a natural instinct to protect girls like her. All she had to do was stand there and look pitiful, and they’d rush to shield her without hesitation.