Books Like Unbreak My Heart Novels & Stories

He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound. To provoke me even more, the system chose an appearance similar to my eyes. The effect was significant. In the days that followed, it seemed like I was the only one suffering. But in reality, we were torturing each other. Still, there was something strange about me. My love was deep, but my hatred was shallow. So Freddie had no choice but to get rid of the camellia tree we had planted together, the symbol of our bond. When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.

But people are inevitably greedy. Now that she finally saw him, he still wanted more. He ultimately couldn't manage it, couldn't love nobly. His love was selfish, full of possessiveness. "Are you saying we should break up?" Selina stared at him in disbelief. Because she hadn't objected when her mother mentioned breaking the engagement, he wanted to end things? Selina seemed to see the old David in him again. Never willing to hear her explanations before condemning her. She hadn't stopped Nicole from talking about breaking the engagement, hadn't thought about marrying him so soon.

​Her voice came through the receiver trembling, cracked and broken, as though she were struggling to breathe amidst a stifled, desperate sob: — "Adrian... I need you." ​Adrian froze dead in his tracks, the lit cigarette slipping from his fingers to hit the cold floor, completely ignored. That single word hit his ears like an electric shock, instantly dissolving his cold facade and the remaining haze of alcohol. He hadn't heard that word from her in years, and the sheer brokenness in her tone made his heart contract violently. ​The forced calm vanished entirely from his voice, replaced by a sharp panic and a raw desperation he could no longer hide:

I laid on the bed and cried so much that if my tears were to turn into pearls like a mermaid's, the pearls I would've produced would've filled a warehouse. My heart was broken, so much that I thought it couldn't be repaired. After that incident with Hazel in middle school, I couldn't find the courage to open up my heart to loving someone. Sure, I dated other guys, but I never really allowed myself to love them, not like I had loved Hazel. I knew I didn't have a diamond heart, one that was unbreakable, and so I treaded with caution, but just when I thought I had found a safe haven, a safe landing spot, I was yet again tossed out like before.

than him. He hadn’t meant it lightly, I could tell and I hadn’t answered lightly either. Safer. Yes, books were safer. Stories never hurt you. They ended where they were supposed to. Characters didn’t betray you with broken promises or cold silences. Pages didn’t leave scars but Alex? He was the opposite of safe. He was chaos wrapped in control, temptation disguised as sharp suits and colder words. And yet… I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, the shadows from the streetlights painting faint stripes across it.

“No! We don’t have to give our blessing! If I didn’t think your people weren’t watching us. I don’t know what I would do to you! I don’t trust you people! Tippa will only get hurt in a relationship with you, and you know this! Lord help me! If something happens to my niece, I don't know what I might do to you!” “Honey, calm down! Tippa is a grown woman.” “But, but...If you cared about her, you would break this off now! That’s true love!” Mr. Wilson said. “Sir and Mrs. Wilson. I can’t do that. I can't break up with Tippa. I love her with all my heart. Both our hearts will be broken.” “I doubt that very seriously! Save the hogwash for someone who will believe it, man!” Mr. Wilson stated."

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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.

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