Corazones Rotos De Tristeza Novels & Stories

“It was my job and I failed him.” The liquor bottle dropped to the ground, just one more piece of debris in all the ruin, and Roger clamped his arms around Cora’s middle, squeezing her tightly as he bore his soul. Any threat or sensual intent was gone now, and Cora stroked and soothed him as he wept. There were tears in her own eyes too, in sympathy for his loss, but also for her own mistakes with her sister.

Rosette's heart ached for the big man, who had endured a torrent of hardship and sorrow. By the time Rosette reached them, Roel was still kneeling, his head bowed, his shoulders shaking with suppressed sobs. Her gaze fell upon his face, etched with a mixture of despair and desperation, and a pang of sympathy shot through her. His eyes, normally filled with a spark of life, were now dull and lifeless, reflecting the depths of his anguish. When he finally turned towards Rosette, his voice choked with emotion, the sight of his brokenness shattered her own composure.

"Maybe I used it the wrong way, I didn't expect you to love me." She felt her heart hurt like it was being consumed by a fire, her soul hurt like it was bitten by a wolf. Rosa Roja is right, when her self-esteem is trampled, when her sincerity is despised not worth a dime, she understands what hate is.

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

As we entered into the dimly lit club, I concluded to myself that maybe I do need a little distraction for tonight. Making my way to one of the bar stools, I ordered myself a glass of martini as Andy and Sophie disappeared almost immediately. So much for wanting me to have fun. Sophie worked the night shift at the Rebel Wolves club. While she served, Andy stood at the other end, acting like a protector. This was the kind of love story I envisioned for myself; a love where I finally felt secure, but I guess this kind of love was not reserved for people like me. At least not anymore, I am too broken for any kind of love. As the music blared through the speakers, my phone chimed with a text and

He grabbed my wrist tightly, “You can’t start a new relationship on a whim! Come with me!” Godden sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the floor. I pinned his hand down, trying to break free from his crushing grip. I stared at him with a terrifying calmness, “Vittorio, you are always so confident. But, how come you don't get that my heart was broken into a million pieces? It will never be fixed. Not ever.”

"Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end." A strand of hair slipped from behind my ear. I turned my face away so he wouldn't see my tearful eyes. "The moment you slipped that ring on another woman's finger in the wedding I had dreamed of a thousand times, we're finished. You're not the same Jason whom I love, the one willing to stop for me anymore. You're selfish and blind. You're not the same person I once loved." The last few words were barely above a

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

Certain storms don’t make a wave. Certain winds don't crash abroad. The night dies, and morning brings joy. But wounds delve deep remains, when the sun lifts. The rising lights never heal deep cuts of a broken night. Sorrows never die, in a smiling sun. My soul crashes, when our eyes meet. My sight fades, watching guilt parade his stare. His frown grows deep, his brows shrinking, while his lips shift. I hear silence waving through my head. Stinging rings of steel, singing through my ears, like rifting sounds.