Books For Heartbreak Novels & Stories

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.

He was sick! He started pulling Amy on her hair and placing her back on her chair. She looked at me, but there was nothing. Her eyes were empty. I felt heartbroken seeing her like this knowing it was because of me. He looks back up at me and smirks. "Feel anything yet, mate? Do you feel pain, heartbroken, helpless, broken?" "You've made your point...tell me what you want. Just don't touch Amy again," I said softly.

PART TWO Alex's POV I've tasted heartbreak before. It's not a foreign feeling for me. Its bitterness is still embedded deep down in my mind. It's rooted in a very dark place, a one I've locked years and years ago. It's just been long. So long since I last felt it ripping at my inside. It's been a long time since I felt like I could lose everything again. Heartbreak was when they told me the plane crashed. It was when Cara came back.

Lucy PoV By simply looking at the glass of whiskey on my table, made me forget everything about my disastrous teenage life. My first love and boyfriend dumped me on our graduation day. He went to the states to study and didn't come back even until now. My life is full of thorns and stains. "Waiter, another glass, please!" I called for the third bucket of beer and one bottle of whiskey. After ten years of waiting, my life is still the same. It's better to die drinking than living with regrets.

The bookshelf which was once filled with her favorite books was now nearly empty with one or two books lying here and there, rest of the books were either torn in half and were lying on the floor or they were burned and were now nothing but ashes. The photo frame holding a picture of him and Liza gazing at each other was now broken and shards of glass were strewn across the floor and the picture itself was now ripped just like his heart. He wondered where the love which was filled in the eyes of the man and woman gazing at each other in the picture had faded away leaving nothing but a blank look. The pain of betrayal had crushed his soul; it had cut him deeper than any knife could. Along wit

I take abuse very seriously and I hate anyone who mistreats people. This story could be for anyone who had their heartbroken. Heartbreak is the worst feeling in the world. This story has a lot of heartbreak; from Jennifer getting betrayed by Terrance, Terrance getting tortured by Jennifer, Jennifer reliving the nightmares she experienced with her father, and a lot more.

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

Blake's POV The third book took three years to write, longer than the first two combined. Unlike the previous books one chronicling Morrison's revenge, the other co-authored with Wakes about systemic reform this one was deeply personal. A reflection on transformation, family, and what it meant to build life from the wreckage of attempted destruction. "Why is this one so much harder?" I asked Aloe during particularly frustrating writing session. Daniel was playing nearby, Hope was at a friend's house, and James was at basketball practice. Rare quiet moment that should have been productive.

Roberta sighed and shook her head, “Finding a partner that is right for you is so hard, it’s harder than going to the moon honestly. You don’t have to feel miserable, we are all struggling with our love lives, it’s a mess everywhere.” I appreciated her encouragement so I stopped crying, she wiped the tears under my eyes and smiled, “You will be fine, we will all be fine. When you are ready let me know, I will try and set you up with someone else.” she said. In my bed that night, I could feel nothing but pain. One thing I have noticed after suffering from two heartbreaks is that the pain gets worse at night. Even in my dreams, I was crying, I needed Ralph back with me.

But every time I stopped, I felt a whisper: Keep going. I realized later that whisper wasn’t just hers. It was mine. Writing That Rejected Blood Moon healed me in ways I didn’t expect. It reminded me that even rejection, pain, and loneliness can become sacred when turned into purpose. This book is for every soul who has ever felt unseen, misunderstood, or “too much.” It’s for the broken hearts still learning to trust their own rhythm. And it’s for the dreamers who believe, even in the darkest night, that dawn will come.