Best Books For Heartbreak Novels & Stories

“I gave you my heart, Julian, and you shattered it without a second thought. You were my whole world, and now it’s all gone. How could you do this to me?” The room stayed silent, offering no comfort, and she continued to cry. Her heartache echoed through the empty spaces between her broken sobs. Julian had been the greatest mistake of her life, the sole reason for her destruction.

" 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.

Meanwhile, all she received were brutal verbal lashings. As for me, I no longer felt anything. I could only chalk it up to this being her own doing. Vivian, on the other hand, had to be regretting the choices she made. If she hadn't broken off our engagement, Saddler Group would've thrived with the support of Griffith Corporation. She'd be enjoying her time at a fancy retreat for new moms and treated like the precious part of our family she was meant to be. She knew that. But this was the path she had chosen.

Because heartbreak would've been easier to understand. This was obsession breaking apart in real time.

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

The wedding photo of Rocco and me from the bedside table went into the fire, too. All the gifts Rocco had ever given me, I had them packed up and given to the family servants. The "home" I had once poured my heart into was now just a house. "Ma'am, are you sure you want to get rid of all this?" "These are the diamond earrings from the Boss, this is the ruby brooch for your anniversary, and this is your favorite pearl necklace." "And this wooden carving… the Boss carved it for you himself." I stuffed it all into black trash bags without a flicker of sentiment.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

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.