Best Books For Heartbreak Novels & Stories

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 3 Y E A R S L A T E R NEW YORK CITY * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ K A R A ] Three years ago I got my heart broken for the first time. It was the worst and best experience of my life. To say that the breakup was brutal would be the understatement of the century.

"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.

Chapter 61: Mimi Pov; I used to think the worst pain in the world was heartbreak. I was wrong. Heartbreak is loud. It crashes into you, makes a mess, bleeds everywhere. You cry, scream, fall apart, and people see it. There's a release in that. There’s proof that something mattered. What I was feeling now was quieter. Heavier. It sat in my chest like a stone that refused to move, refused to let me breathe properly.

He was the first person I ever trusted with my whole self. But he was also my first heartbreak. And first heartbreaks are their own kind of education. They don’t just bruise—they shape. Losing him taught me that love, even when it’s gentle, can still slip through your fingers. That the people who feel like beginnings don’t always stay to write the middle.

Deeper than I had words for. I squeezed my eyes shut, my forehead pressing against the cool window, trying to block everything out—the memories, the hurt, even the sound of Ava and Sheila whispering worriedly in the front seat. None of it mattered. Nothing mattered right now except surviving this ache long enough to breathe again. And in that darkness, in that shattering silence, I realized something. Sometimes, the person you love the most is the one who teaches you how deep a heart can break. And mine was still breaking.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

I made a supreme effort, telling him, “I’ll live.” “The Moon Goddess isn’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Who knows, you may find your own fated mate at the North Shore pack ball. Wouldn’t that be something?” I couldn’t answer. The ‘Remus’ effect got me every time, heightening my senses like a blindfold. For our final fling he gagged me, so I knew kissing was out. Was he feeling it, too, the sense of separation? In my case, of desolation. Tears dripped off my chin as he entered me and I pulled against my restraints, going through the motions now. Even though he was tender with me afterwards, it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

I asked. “Yes. It is better to be hurt by someone you never expected anything from, than to be hurt by the one you trusted the most. That kind of heartbreak; no one can ever fix it,” she said. Even through the tears, a small laughter found its way to my lips and I half-laughed and half-cried for no more than one minute. “Do you know what you just admitted?” I asked. “What?”

As the first faint, pale grey light of dawn began to bleed through the edges of the blackout curtains, Eve stared into the shadows of his room, her heart hammering a dark, chaotic rhythm that no equation in the world could ever fix. For the first time in her life, Eve Brooks stopped running the math. She simply closed her eyes, held his hand tight, and let herself fall.