Books For Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

"Let's go, let's go. This place is so small and rundown, with barely any sunlight. I don't know how Sarah and the child have managed to live here." Conveniently, she had forgotten how they had praised this very apartment when they were trying to sell it to me. Watching Sarah walk away without even looking back, I laughed bitterly to myself. I had been such a fool. I never realized that Sarah had no feelings for me beyond using me, and she was becoming more and more obvious about it. Having never experienced a loving family while growing up, I foolishly tried to create the perfect family after marrying Sarah. As a result, I allowed this group of parasites to cling to me, draining me of everyt

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.

HER VOICE London... Greenhall was buzzing with excitement. The very fact that so many girls are willing to take Jessica's place is fucking disgusting. It's like they don't even care that just a week ago she disappeared without a trace, leaving that godawful letter behind. Well, according to what they were told. Anger fuels my blood as the one-sentence goodbye flashes through my mind. ~ I'm getting married to someone else. ~ How could she do this to us? After all we've been through; after all I've done for us. How can she throw away everything we ever had as if I never loved her more than life itself?

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

And I can say that he is telling me the truth. "In that case, what's the unique-unqiue love you said there earlier?" I raised my eyebrows at him. "You know, I'm a book worm. I love to read books, especially when it comes to love. I just read that in a book about a broken heart, and then it says there that when you don't cry or you don't you've been hurt your whole life because of someone it means you didn't really love him or he was never a part of your life. love. Because it's really part of love to hurt us and cry. Unless you're really numb or you don't feel anything, right? " the weight I felt in my chest eased a bit as he told me about what he had read in the book.

When the car stopped in front of the condominium building, Zion turned his head to her and asked the same question which she cannot answer. “What am I to you?” It wasn’t because Harriet didn’t know the answer. It just that she found it hard to say it directly to him. ‘Someone who broke my heart, not into pieces, but into nothingness,’ she said inwardly. Because of Zion, she learned that being broken-hearted is not a destination, but a difficult road that often appears at their feet, that must be walked I order to get to a better future. Harriet trued her best to pad her shoes with their good memories which they need to absorb the shock, or let her soles feel the full pain of this change in t

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.

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.