Breakup To Bliss Novels & Stories

Big hazel eyes seemed to look down on Bliss as if she were nothing but a dietary supplement. Bliss nodded coldly at the other woman and walked into the house through the french doors. She glanced back once in time to see the woman wrap her arms around Chal's neck. She hurried up the stairs and slipped into the door of her room. With a growl of thwarted need and frustration, she kicked the corner of the wrought iron frame that surrounded the big mirror by the closet door. The mirror over her dressing table revealed the tragic state of her reflection.

Our pride and ego entangled with one another because no one is willing to compromise, heavy words and false accusations were said, and maybe if we hadn't broken up, we already cross out all the hurtful things in the list as we simultaneously inflict it all to each other. That's why in the end, I am happy that I was finally free. I didn't t have any regrets after all. If we didn't fall apart, we will destroy our own lives and ourselves just to make the relationship work. We’ll lose ourselves just to save the relationship. It's not worth it. The break-up was a blessing in disguise. A life-saver from further self-wrecking situations. I never knew I needed that kind of saving.

She just dislikes everything about him "This is so messed up" Kate mumbled and broke down again, sobbing silently

"You can’t break us apart… you know what will happen" "You witch! Don’t you dare hurt my daughter or I’ll kill you!!" "Get your act right Mrs. Marissa and don’t ask her to break up with me because if she can’t be with me… she would rather die than go back to her ex-boyfriend. But…hmm… what about I give her a good ending? Should I kill her ex-boyfriend too? Wouldn’t that be a good idea" "You’re a psychopath!!!" “Congratulations! Now you know. So… behave yourself or you’ll have a great reunion in heaven”

A good sign I think. I heard footsteps come near the balcony. I knew it was Marcus. Without turning around I continued watching out in the open. "I'm glad you could make it," I said after a while. He took a few steps towards me without saying anything. "You'd be wondering why I called you here? Well, it has to do something to what you said yesterday. I've been thinking about it." I touched the pendant. The only thing that was giving me some comfort right now. And strange enough I was feeling warm and comfortable in Marcus's company today, "I think we should break up." I close my eyes and force my words out, " I can't do this to you Marcus. Especially when I know what I'm doing to you is not

His teeth grazed my bottom lip, nipping, claiming, and then soothing it with another fierce, lingering kiss. Every brush of his lips, every slide of his tongue, was both violent and tender—rage and devotion woven together. I tasted him, breathed him in, drank him like he was the only thing keeping me alive. And in that moment, he was. When we finally broke apart, I slapped him across the face with the little strength I had left. My whole body shook. “Why?” I shouted through my tears. “Why did you have to die that night? Do you have any idea what it did to me? What it did to the kids? Do you know how you killed me—slowly, every damn day I woke up without you”

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

Shawn glanced back at me, reluctant to leave, but soon they disappeared into the night. Now it was just Titus and me, alone in the steamy water. He could no longer contain himself. Closing the gap between us, he pressed me firmly against him, his voice low and desperate. "They're gone. You can…" Whatever he said was drowned out by the sound of the water. I gave in, letting my guard fall as I leaned closer to him. For the first time since my breakup, I allowed myself to feel truly alive. That night, I let go of everything and indulged in the fleeting bliss of the moment.

Blake said gently. “Honestly, I’m kind of glad we saw her today.” “What?! Why would you say that?” I asked, irritated. “Because,” he said, “it made me happy to see that our breakup still gets to you.” “Are you being serious right now, Blake?” I rolled my eyes. “Hey, calm down. I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just starving. And I could really use some… dessert.” “Yeah? Why don’t you stop at some pub or call up a one night stand then?” I snapped.

Standing, I walk to my vanity and pick up my earrings before putting them on. Camila won’t relent so easily; she knows me too well. “I know it must be hard for you to see Beau again after your breakup, but trust me, it will get easier with time.” “Or,” I counter. “In time, he will remember how much he loves me, and we can be together again.” “Is that what you really want?” “Yes, why would you ask me that?” I lock eyes with her through the mirror and arch my brow. “You broke up with him because you believed it would be better to be apart. Maybe you should be grateful that he doesn’t love you anymore. It makes the situation easier.”