Best Books For Heartbreak Novels & Stories

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

Heartbreak is always very painful because before we had given our whole heart to someone precious. Whether it ends in disappointment, heartache or indeed love that is left but broken by circumstances. No matter how we are hurt, the longing will still come to fill our minds. The irony is that when we are alone, all we can remember are the wonderful memories that make us miss that person indeed more and torment us with the longing we have.

I turned away and gently placed a bouquet in front of Noan's headstone. Everyone who once hurt us had already received their punishment. Even the reckless driver who caused it all had long paid the price he deserved. Noan was probably happy now. After that, George and I left. Bertrand couldn't help chasing after us. "Annie, I won't visit Noan again, I promise. But can I at least—" Before he could finish, George cut in sharply, "No. Bertrand, you already owe her three lives." Bertrand's face turned pale as he looked at me, more defeated than I had ever seen him.

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."

Biting my lower lip, I felt a wave of bitterness surge in my heart. Trevor… Where was he right now? Was he gently taking care of Rachel, perhaps even talking to the baby in her belly, introducing himself? At that thought, I forced back the tears threatening to spill over. "No, he… he treats me well. But I’ll never hold the same place in his heart as Rachel does." "Girls need to treat themselves better," Roman said with a gentle tone that carried the warmth of an elder’s care yet stayed perfectly appropriate. "Don’t keep sacrificing yourself."

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

"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."

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.

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.

At this point, I wish I had amnesia and didn't recall anything as I woke up because my head was seriously banging with migraine, my heart was shattered and my eyes were gushing freely with tears. I still can't believe I had loved this man with all my heart yet all I got to return was disdain. I had lived my life to please him and yet all my efforts went unappreciated. “Why didn't you show me the SIGNS?? This man was about to betray me,yet how come did I not see it's coming?’’ I scolded my inner man, sobbing profusely. “Girl, are you talking about SIGNS??, what SIGN exactly are you talking about?...the ones you did not see when he never agreed to sleep with you on the same bed even after 5 ye