Novel & Cerita Broken Heart Book

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.

Tears soaked my pillow as I hugged it tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. Why? Why had my life turned into this? Why did the man I love keep leaving me? Why didn’t I even have a shoulder to lean on? Exhaustion finally pulled me into a restless sleep. … The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten home the night before. My eyes landed on a neatly folded note on the nightstand: "Eat something before work. I rescheduled the meeting for today’s case." The handwriting was precise and elegant, and the memories of last night came rushing back.

And that means everything to me. To every single person who’s read, shared, cried, yelled at my characters (they deserved it), or dropped an encouraging comment, thank you. You are the reason I keep writing. You are the reason this story has a pulse. This book is a mix of heartbreak, chaos, a bit of trauma, and a lot of love, and the fact that it’s found a space in your heart? I’m not crying; you are. We’re just getting started. More twists. More tension. More scenes that’ll make you scream, “I hate him but also… I love him??”

"I won't be around to look after you anymore. Take care of yourself. Your back acts up when it rains, so remember to apply a hot compress when it happens. You always suffer from migraines too. Don't forget to keep your medication by your bedside…" I replied with a message I had prepared long ago. There was no reply from her for a long while. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the kindness I had once shown her. I didn't think much of it. After getting home and taking a shower, I went straight to bed. When I checked my phone the next morning, I realized that Vivian had sent me a text in the middle of the night. "I was the one who failed you. If I were given a second chance, I'd marry you. But I

He took a slow sip from the glass and set it back on the bar. Every trace of amusement fled from his countenance, leaving dark and unreadable… and undeniably hot. His voice came out surprisingly gentle and warm. “I heard about the break up.” The word ‘breakup’ barely left his mouth before my chest tightened. Two days wasn’t enough time for the ache to dull, not when it was his younger brother who left me standing there like a fool. I hated that Adrian knew—hated that his dark eyes softened like pity belonged anywhere near me.

Either answer was unbearable. Rain suddenly started pouring from the sky again, and Zane finally pulled back from the kiss. He slowly lifted his head. Just before our eyes could meet, I stumbled backward and ran into the rain. On the way home, I bought myself a birthday cake and held it tightly against my chest. As soon as I got through my front door, I didn't even have the strength to open the box before collapsing to the floor with a thud. The delicate cake was smashed on impact, and with my body burning up and my head dizzy, I couldn't even crawl to my bed.

“You made it easy.” Silence. Only the hum of the city outside filled the room. He looked at her, really looked, as if trying to find traces of the girl he once loved. But that girl was gone. In her place stood a woman who had learned that even broken hearts can be rebuilt with a little fire. “I heard you started your own company,” Adrian said finally, his tone low. “And now you’re proposing a partnership?” “That’s right,” she said, sliding a file across his desk. “Your new expansion needs what my firm offers. I thought it was time our paths crossed again.”

I sigh. He would, everyone leaves in the end. Who would want to have someone like me in their life? Ryland caresses my cheek. "Gracie, we all have our demons and scars. We all have our secrets and our reasons for being broken. It doesn't mean we need to go through life alone." I feel the tears in my eyes as he said the words to me. It is evident that he has his own struggles too. He is also fighting his personal demons. "Something tells me you haven't had an easy life either," I say softly.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,