Novel & Cerita Book Rekindled Heartache

He'll always have a special place in my heart. I smile, checking out the matching ring he gave me years ago. I hold onto the journal of his writings he gifted me that same year. Surprisingly, Max's words became the true inspiration for the rest of my book. Like the ring I kiss, these things remind me that I once dared to trust another man after the one who should have protected me let me down. Max Blackwell will always be a part of me. Although my tears flowed freely on my way back to the States yesterday, I hope the pain will lessen with time.

After washing myself up, I decided to go read a book in the library as I don't want to think about Alex. The pain was overwhelming. I was rejected. Heart broken. Never have I felt so much regret in one night. The pain, I couldn't take it anymore. "It's staying between us, honey." I read the words from the book, trying to engage back inside my own little world but froze. That line, the sentence. It sounded somewhat familiar in my head.

I should be bitter, even resentful, but I can’t seem to muster up any of those emotions. Rather, an unquenchable longing consumes my heart, making me feel weak and cheap that he has hurt me in the manner that he has, but I am ready to welcome him back. What kind of pathetic person am I? Taking the phone in my hand, it feels heavier than usual, and I plop onto the bed and awaken the screen, only for my heart to lurch in my throat at the sight of the missed calls from Reed. Tears that had just stopped begin to surface again, gleaming in my eyes as I fight the urge to call him back and hear whatever he has to say and accept it just so I can be in his arms again.

She turned slightly on the couch, so that she could look at me better before continuing with what she was saying. “What you did broke her heart. She wasn’t the same girl for years. We were all so happy when she went off to college and started to date. The light was finally starting to come back to her eyes, but then David died. I watched as she suffered in silence while trying to put on a brave face for Kathy. Well, during this time, she met a man named Anthony Hutchinson. He was great in the beginning. They got married fairly quickly and that’s when it all started to changed, I guess. I don’t know all of the details, and it’s not my place to tell you the ones that I do know, I honestly shou

He started to help her unpack her books, glancing at the spines as they started to shelve them in a tiny bookshelf that wouldn’t hold even half of her collection. Jane Austen, Charlotte Brontë, Elizabeth Gaskell, John Keats, Shakespeare, Virginia Woolf, Charles Dickens—so many books, most of which had clearly been read over and over again. Some were falling apart, barely glued together. When he took out a copy of Frankenstein, the cover fell off entirely. “Oh, poor guy. This one has been through a lot.” Rose took the book from him, smiling. That smile burst something inside him. Something hot, something dangerous. Something that felt exactly like longing. He caught his breath and forced hims

Her eyes flickered back to the past for a second, focusing a few seconds later. I used the hot glue and tape, setting to work. The result made me realize mending books was not a suitable career choice. It still looked like a tattered old book, but at least everything was held together. I had glued one of the pages on backwards, making the page numbers not quite add up. The cover had been taped back together, but was still missing chunks. The entire process filled me with the first shred of relaxation I had since coming here. I felt like I was piecing back some parts of my life. My heart was still shattered, but was being held together just like this book. The thought was comforting, that eve

She didn’t want to tell Joey that this one simple sentence had changed her world more than she was willing to accept and that she was terrified that her heart was losing its claws, its weapons, and its hunger for blood in the battle against Zander. Joey’s eyes crinkled, and she was so focused on the confusion and awe in them that it didn’t even register that he was laughing. Not just laughing—hooting. Holding his stomach and everything. “No, come on, no. Your friend didn’t mean your heart is a lonely hunter. She meant the book The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers. Maybe it was her favourite. The author was twenty-three when she wrote it. Your age.” He looked at me pointedly, like

My heartbeat thundered in my ears. He didn’t even stay the night. I hated what came after. The ache. The hollow quiet that slipped into my chest and made me realize how deeply he had already rooted himself in my life. I rubbed my face, letting out a small, humorless laugh. In the corner of the room, the large black box the servants had brought earlier still sat open. Clothes folded with careful precision. I crouched to close it—and then my gaze snagged on a book bound in dark brown leather.

These encounters were becoming something I craved rather than regretted, making them infinitely more dangerous to my already damaged heart. I righted my chair and began collecting scattered books, knowing that despite my brave words, this pattern would continue until one of us found the courage to walk away permanently.

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.