Can You Mend My Broken Heart Novels & Stories

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

he said. I coldly stared at him, as if I was looking at a stranger. "Our relationship had ended for quite some time. Why would I still keep the same password?" Adrian's eyes began to moisten as he said, "Sophia, let's get back together. I've completely broken things off with Flora. I'll give you the grandest marking ceremony! "I know you terminated our pup because you were angry. I don't blame you for it. We'll have many more pups in the future!"

I yelled, tears present in my eyes. "Just give me a chance to rectify my mistakes will you?" He asked. "That is something I can never give you, I can never let you do that? That's because you hurt me the first time, you broke my heart into pieces, that it cannot be fixed back." I replied back to him. "I broke it, and I can also fix it, just give me a chance." He replied. I gave a sad smile. "Wow!" I exclaimed, clapping amusedly at him. "I see you have turned into a superhero, who can do the most unbelievable, you broke my heart only to get it fixed right?" I asked.

I thought I could make her stay, but all I’ve done is push her further away. So I sit here, staring out at the city, and wonder if there’s a way to fix this, to undo the damage I’ve done. But deep down, I know the truth. Some things, once broken, can never be mended. And maybe, just maybe, this is one of them.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

"You drew me in with a sweetness I'd never experienced before, something so powerful that I could feel it even when we weren't together. But when you appeared angry, I couldn't figure out why. You broke me in ways I never imagined possible. You blasted my safe haven into hell, my mind into its own prison." She used to think that her haven is with Perci's warm embrace and kisses, but it turned out to be her prison. She is still healing from a wound that seems to have no cure. She realized that healing a broken heart is a recipe for which she is the chef. The right music, the right good memories, the right boost of self-worth, the right amount of self-love, is all that keeps her strong. No one