Romans & histoires Broken Hearts Series

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

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.

"This happened because Camilla is obsessed and dangerous. That is not your fault." "Is it not?" He moved to the window. "Everyone who gets close to me ends up damaged somehow. Jennifer. Rebecca. Now you." "I am not damaged." "Not yet." He turned, and the pain in his face was devastating. "But you will be. That is what I do, Hartley. I break things. Even when I am trying not to." I stood, crossing to where he stood. "Then maybe I am already broken. Maybe that is why I fit so perfectly into your fractured world."

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.

The loneliness. But that’s when it hits me. A wave of memory crashes over me. The dirt beneath my nails. The fear that never left. Liam’s betrayal. Every tear I’ve shed, carving scars on my heart. What am I doing? Do I deserve this? This feeling. This freedom. How long will it last? Because nothing ever lasts for me. Nothing this good ever stays. And for some reason… that thought hurts more than I expect.

John Green had said it right . She gasped for air for a while and tried hard to control . But then she caved in . She started crying her eyes out . Never did she think in her wildest dreams that stuff like betrayal and heartbreak would happen to her . With a heavy heart she started to ponder, "Where did I go wrong . Where did I lack?" They both were students of graphic design at the University of Cincinnati, just that he was one year senior . They met each other at a technology conclave arranged at their University . Then one

The memory of Serena washed over him, carrying with it a bittersweet ache that had dulled over time. Wyatt’s heart had once beat wildly for Serena, his former love and fiancée. But her betrayal shattered his trust and left him broken and devastated. The wounds she inflicted upon him ran deep, tarnishing his ability to trust others or even allow himself to love again. Though he no longer loved Serena, the scars she left behind were a constant reminder of the pain and the walls he had built around his heart.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

Broken in small ways. Mira with her abandonment issues. Lyanna with her identity crisis. Adrian with his nightmares. Kiera with her anxiety. We failed them. Despite our best efforts. Despite everything. "Stop blaming yourself," Damon says later. "They're alive. Loved. Safe. That's what matters." "They're traumatized. That matters too." "So are we. We're all broken. But we're broken together. That counts for something." "Does it?" "It has to." The foundation is thriving. Helping hundreds of people with broken bonds. Damaged connections. Lost mates.

"What...?" "I mean it. If you breathe a word, I swear I’ll make senior year hell for you. Got it?" I didn’t respond, I just nodded. My heart shattered, fresh tears spilling down my cheeks. And... Then, he was gone. No goodbye kiss, no apology, just husky footsteps. Last night… was a mistake. And I was stupid enough to believe it meant something.