Books For Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

My Heart Is Broken By: Evanescence “All body feel that I will never find a way to heal my soul And I will wonder till the end of time Torn away from you My heart is broken... Sweet sleep my dark angel... Deliver us, from sorrows hold.” A tear escaped from my eyes Why does it feel like it reflects to what I felt? My heart is broken. Really really broken. Because of everything. Everyone. Especially Dwyne. My trust...my heart...has been broken again. It felt like it shattered into pieces, and I don't know how to put it back together again. I saw a truck in the distance. At the intersection. And it looks like it has lost its control. The brake won't work.

"And I spent a long time believing you were right, that some things just can't be fixed once they're broken badly enough." "Noah—" "Let me finish," he said gently, and something in his voice made me go quiet. "I don't think you're wrong that a broken heart can't be un-broken, not completely, not back to exactly what it was before. But I don't think that's actually what happened to us." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I think we didn't get our old hearts back," Noah said. "I think somewhere over the last four months, we built new ones instead, ones that know exactly how much this can hurt and choose to stay anyway."

And all I can do is watch him destroy me because what else could a woman do at the hands of a man she’s crazy about? The funny thing is, I don’t want to have all these feelings about him. I don’t want to care. But I do have those feelings and I do care. And I can claim all I want. I can blame him all I want. But the truth remains the same you can’t fight with your own heart. Especially the one that’s broken. Because a broken heart has as many voices as its shattered pieces. And they all hurt differently. And when the pain becomes unbearable, the only choice is to surrender, because who in the world wants constant pain, right?

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”

Lena smiled a fraction wider—and it hit him like a body blow. God, he was miserable. As she swept them across at the checkout, Julian prowled the aisles back and forth, his fingers dancing over the spines but not really looking. He stood in front of the poetry aisle. A hand-scrawled notice taped to the shelf read: *"'For broken hearts and brave souls.'*" Julian snorted under his breath. *Broken* was weakness. *Bravery* was folly. But still, his hand closed over a slim book without deliberation.

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

I sigh. He would, everyone leaves in the end. Who would want to have someone like me in their life? Ryland caresses my cheek. "Gracie, we all have our demons and scars. We all have our secrets and our reasons for being broken. It doesn't mean we need to go through life alone." I feel the tears in my eyes as he said the words to me. It is evident that he has his own struggles too. He is also fighting his personal demons. "Something tells me you haven't had an easy life either," I say softly.

He recounted their shared past in soft whispers, trying with all his heart to stir something inside her, to bring back even a flicker of what once was. But her memory remained a blank slate. "Charles," she asked one day, her voice light with confusion, "what have I forgotten? Why does it feel like… like there's a hole in my heart?" Charles looked at her, his voice low and filled with ache. "Maya… you've forgotten someone. Someone who used to mean a great deal to you." She frowned, trying to reach into the void—but found nothing. "If he was really that important… how could I forget him? I only remember you."