Black Broken Heart Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

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."

" Stop this Dylan please stop this." "You can't mend a broken glass. I am broken beyond repair." You destroyed me the day I learned to love you. To feel something for you. Then how can you expect me to give you that piece of mine once again when you already broke it with your own hands. _______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart.

I had already lost my heart, it just a still piece of beating organ placed in my chest, it is broken, not completely free of emotion of affection and love but is trying hard to forget it's past and tormenting reality; the present. "I don't love you. I could not marry you. Why are you not understanding this Allen? We can't be married. How could you like me, even if you did like me, I am broken and miserable, my heart is badly bruised and it won't accept love and affection, it is scared of these sacred emotions. By talking about all this you are just tormenting me more."

A heartbreaker will never be able to mend a broken heart. I haven't finished rupturing yet. Although the clunks and crashes of disintegrating parts of me have stopped, my muscles are still quivering. Occasionally, I'd hear fragments crumbling into even tinier shreds as they fell to the ground. The pillars of my hopes and the foundation of my worth have yet to crumble, and the agony is being prolonged and exacerbated as a result of this gradual, piecemeal collapse. My heart has not yet recovered from the pain of loss. I couldn't sleep at night because I could hear its growl so loudly in the distance. Your name would scream from the rooftops, and none of the songs on our playlist could calm my

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.