Broken Heart Novel Novels & Stories

The once inseparable duo was embarking on separate paths, one nursing a broken heart while the other was blissfully exploring newfound love. Jane's first heartbreak was an introspective journey, a painful voyage into the depths of her heart. It was a testament to her unspoken love for Mike, a melancholic symphony of her high school years. The journey was a heartbreaking yet pivotal chapter in Jane's life, propelling her towards an uncertain future, nudging her out of her comfort zone. Amid the heartache and unrequited love, Jane was slowly finding her strength, her voice, and her path.

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Sophia felt her heart skip a beat. The walls she had built around herself were crumbling, and she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a kiss filled with uncertainty, with fear, but also with hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find something good in the midst of all the chaos. But just as the kiss deepened, a loud crash echoed through the woods, shattering the moment.

SAVED BY THE ALPHA Elisa's POV 5 DAYS LATER I flung my eyes open and it was immediately struck by a very bright light and damn it hurt badly. I groaned in pain and shut it back and opened it slowly once again. My head banged as my brain flooded down recaps of the previous events from how my mate rejected me and my cousin betrayed me to how I got attacked by guards or assassins as I would like to call them. At this point, I wish I had amnesia and didn't recall anything as I woke up because my head was seriously banging with migraine, my heart was shattered and my eyes were gushing freely with tears.

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

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.

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."

The sound of a sharp crack echoed through the air. Wendy clenched her fist so tightly that her fingernail broke, digging into her palm. Her clear, almond-shaped eyes turned bloodshot, a mixture of shock, rage, sorrow, and a sudden ache swirling in her chest. It was as if her heart had been ripped apart, the pain overwhelming her. She had suspected for a long time that Jerry had been killed by these people, but hearing the truth hit her like a crushing weight. It was too much to bear.

He smiled, then leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Maybe at first, I just pitied her. But now I've truly fallen in love with her. She's wonderful, and she's worth it." The system reminded him again that even a fate exchange required points to execute, and they were currently short on points. So Freddie made a painful decision. He would start earning points from my Heartbreak Level. After my confession, he began to torment me emotionally. He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound.

But this—this is the breaking point. From birth, I never knew my parents. I grew up on the streets, digging through bins for food. And just when I thought marrying Liam—falling in love—might change everything, it all turned to dust. He cheated. Lied. And worst of all… he let my baby die. Maybe happiness just isn’t for people like me. Maybe I’m meant to survive, not live. Elara rushes to my side. “Lila—” she breathes, trying to lift me.