Break Your Heart Right Novels & Stories

I lean against the door frame as I listen to the song he’s absent-mindedly humming, and my heart breaks when I recognise it. It’s I can’t make you love me by Bonnie Raitt. 'Cause I can't make you love me if you don't…” He softly sings the first part of the chorus, and my heart breaks at the hurt in his voice. “You can't make your heart feel something it won't..." He sings again, and I hold my breath as I hear him sniffle. “Here, in the dark, in these final hours…” He continues but stops, and I realise that he’s fighting tears.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

“I’m asking for… a chance. A future chance.” The air crackled with the force of his will. “I lack so much. I’m… broken in places you haven’t even seen. It’s obvious I’m not worthy of you. I proved that already.” He swallowed hard. “So don’t forgive me. Don’t forget me, either. Hold a grudge. Be angry. Hell, hate me if it’s easier. Just… remember me. Keep a space for me, even if it’s a dark, resentful corner in the back of your mind. Just don’t wipe me out. Just don’t let me become a stranger.”

But i failed Gabriel. You did it all to get Louis and then what? You destroyed him. You tortured him. I don’t know how you treated him but am sure it would be hell. Are you even a man? You should be ashamed of yourself. You broke a person's heart and look at him he still loves you. He is still crying for you. Because you are in pain. You idiot.

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?"

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

She eventually tore her eyes away from the contract, only to find the signed divorce agreement right underneath it. A moment of silence later, she burst into action, furiously tearing the agreement apart. "Shane, this doesn't count! You can't leave me until I say so."

The celestial voice continued, "The disruptor seeks to manipulate the echoes of your choices. Unravel its influence, for within its dance, the true nature of your cosmic destiny will be revealed." Within the heart of the enigma, the disruptor's laughter intensified, echoing with a chilling resonance. Shadows danced menacingly, and the luminescent path flickered perilously. Richard's voice cut through the dissonance, a determined resolve underlining his words, "We can't let the disruptor control our destiny. There must be a way to break free from its insidious influence."

“It's clean and not poison. You need it for some strength. We don't want you dead as of yet.” I held the glass with my shaky hands and in an instant the glass fell to the floor shattering to pieces. I gasped and heard the man hiss out. “Damn woman. I told you the glass isn't poisoned but you didn't believe me and now you've broken one of my favorite glasses.”

Love is not like that. At least not my definition of love. I stayed with you for 17 years, Anirudh . Now I can not do it anymore. Everytime my decisions were taken by someone else but today I am making my own decision. I am ending my misery. I am no longer a puppet of yours. I am no longer a prisoner. I am free. I am finally free. Move away Anirudh the car will blast any moment and most importantly it is not your love that broke me. I am broken by the love of my own. My love broke me completely.