Books For Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th

Tiffany sighed deeply, her head resting on me still, "Being away from you has taught me that I much rather risk getting hurt than risk losing you by staying away." "Getting my heart broken by you would be a privilege, Tiffany," I grinned lightly. Tiffany lifted her head and looked at me with a small smile breaking loose on her face, "The Fault in Our Stars?" I shrugged sheepishly, "It's honest." Tiffany sniffled, smiling lightly. It warmed me to see her smiling now, after I had seen her completely beat down, it was beyond joying to see her smile a genuine smile. "Why hurt someone when you're only intention is to love them?"

"Don't cry. Who am I saying to? I'm crying myself. I hate this." I squeezed eyes hard to control the emotions but nothing could be contained. How do I handle the breaking of my heart in thousand little of pieces of nothing? How do I contain everything with me? I'm breaking up with you. I won't come back. I won't torment you anymore. "Kabir, please, please." "The ring," he whispered. "I love the ring. It's so beautiful. It would've looked so beautiful in your hand. When I saw it, I knew it was made for my bookworm," he breathed, his voice fading into tiny mumbling I was aware of.

But then I fear that the water would also catch this fire too. I was burning in the betrayal, sadness, and anger that no water except love could stop. And that seemed to be impossible. I believed them. I trusted them. Unknowingly. My heart has been shattered so many times. But this felt broken beyond repair. The thoughts seemed to meddle in my mind like a group of fishes entering an aquarium not knowing that is the only world they have to live in now. Their choice seemed to be live or die. Same as my thoughts. Depressingly staying in the same place. But I want them to go. And the option to die is not a choice until I finish my mission.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

"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.

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.

'a way to move on quickly, compelling.' My smile grew when I found a book that was not too thick, a book to be able to recover faster from a broken heart. The cover is pink mixed with black. "So you're heartbroken, huh?" asked the cashier when I paid for the book I bought "Hmmm, not for me," I avoided. The fat woman looked at me sharply. "Then, for who? Your eyes are talking," she said again. "My eyes?" I also hold my eyes

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

You forget to interact with people and you forget to feel anything except the pain that you had kept in for so long. And then she came into my life. She eclipsed my every hurt and pain because hers was greater than mine. She is afraid but hides it well behinds her beauty. She is strong but doesn't let people see that side of her. And she is broken but I fell for the cracks, wanting to fill them up with the pieces of my own broken heart. I would do anything for her, except... (This book is a dark tragedy. Contains dubious content that might not be for sensitive readers. Proceed with caution.)