Break Story Novels & Stories

“We were together for 5 goddamn years and we have lived together for 4 of them, I did your laundry paid your bills and you couldn’t even give me a heads up before you humped her in the back of the car that I paid the EMI for” “See I have no time for this crap, I have a news story. Do you wanna report it or not?” “What’s the story?” “You know that secret club that breaks off couples?” “It’s not a club it’s an agency that helps you get over breakups or helps you to UNlove someone, I did a story on them, remember?” “Ya, the UN-Love agency or whatever, one of their members has been exposed” “How do you know they are part of the agency none of their members ever reveal their identity”

"Millions of views by this morning. The headline on different sites is some version of Kingston and Sinclair, back together." "We're not back together. We were never back together to begin with." "I don't care what's true. I care what's believable." She closed the laptop. "Right now, the story writing itself is that the Loneliest Man in Hockey finally found someone. It's a good story, Jace. People like it. Do you know how hard that is to kill once it's out there?" "So kill it." "I can't kill a story people want to believe. I can only give them a different one." She folded her hands. "Which is why I need you to tell me if there's anything else going on. Anyone else. Anything that could blow u

While Jade’s face was beaming as much as a sunlit spring, way over at Midnoon Tires, Clement Lewinsky’s mien had turned into a wintry overcast as he moaned, “Why the hell is this news breaking?!” Worse, it was serial news-breaking, with Midnoon Tires as the main character in every single one of them. Half an hour after Javier left, Clement’s secretary had entered with a stack of news reports still warm from its printing. The article had been taken down from one of the nation’s largest newspaper sites, the content unsparing in its details about an accident on the freeway. The tires suddenly burst as the vehicle was cruising, causing the driver and two passengers in the backseat to die on the

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

"I've known you long enough to understand when you're lying and when you're not. If it's something that will help us find the culprit, then it's best to tell us. You know you can trust us, right?" I stared at him and then at Hazel back and forth, unsure of whether I should tell them or not. They stared back at me expectantly. "Fine. I'll tell." I sighed in defeat. Their faces lit up instantly and I began telling them everything that'd happened to me in the past few months — from the encounter with the infamous serial killer and the murder of my late manager to the note I'd found at the amusement park. Although Hazel already knew the first part of the story, she was equally stunned as Noel wa

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

But all I can hear is Adrian's voice saying the words that just shattered what was left of my heart: I'm a guy who made a mistake and is trying to fix it. My phone buzzes with a text from Tyler: Hey, saw you talking to Cross outside the training facility. You okay? I stare at the message, wondering how many people witnessed my humiliation. How many saw Adrian walk away from me like I meant nothing. Instead of responding, I turn my phone off and sit in the growing darkness, trying to figure out how I went from having everything to having absolutely nothing in the span of seventy-two hours. The worst part isn't losing my family or my friends or my financial security.

For the first time, Claire believed love didn’t have to hurt to be real. ⸻ Across the city, Fabian stared at the divorce papers once more. He finally understood the truth he had avoided. This wasn’t a misunderstanding. It was an ending. And some endings did not come with second chances.

That was when it hit me, not the arrest, not the charges, not even the destruction of whatever illusion I’d been clinging to. She had planned something. Inside, my phone buzzed. Then again. And again. I didn’t need to look to know what it was. Thirty minutes. That was all it would take. Headlines drafted. Push notifications primed. Vanessa Abrams. Arrested. Scandal. Rosemary Atelier. Celeste Sinclair. Collateral damage by design. I sank onto the edge of the sofa, suddenly exhausted beyond comprehension. My hands shook as I finally looked at my phone. Breaking news.