God Of Heartbreak Novels & Stories

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin

"Cassidy, when we made this mug, you said after we got married, we'd make a smaller one for our child. Do you still remember?" "I remember." "Then would you give me one more shot? I can wait for you to break up with him." As he said those words, his voice started to falter with emotion. I gazed at him silently, then slowly walked up to him and took the mug from his hands. Under his incredulous stare, I smashed it into bits. "There. Now that the mug is broken and the baby is gone, it's time you stopped fooling yourself." With that, I walked forward, stepping on shards in the process.

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

"They say it’s better to bury your sadness in a graveyard or garden that waits for the spring to wake from its sleep and burst into green."-Conor Oberst Faiths POV "Andrew" "Go away Faith." He said angrily. "Why are you acting like this?" I asked. "You're the one who did it to me first? Breaking my fucking heart you piece of whore." He said. "Why don't you believe me? Do you not trust me?" I asked him.

“The dance videos you upload show just how sexy you are. You’re very talented to be able to dance like that. If I didn’t think you were up for the job, I wouldn’t have gone through all the hassle to look at every single one of your I*******m posts and take the time out of my very busy schedule to meet with you.” “Then answer me as to why you need to hire somebody to break his heart?” I lean across the table, my elbow almost bumping the drink in front of me. “I think it’s pretty obvious that his new self-titled album lacks the, let’s say emotion that his debut album had. He wrote Back to Yesterday after his first love broke his heart. The fact that those songs were so raw, it reached his fans

I thought wrong Fiona was still very much around and from the look of things I would be sleeping on the couch, I lay down quietly trying to block out their giggling,moaning and whatever they're doing in the other room. It hard especially when one of them is your mate,especially when one of them used to act like you're the most precious thing in the world, the pain came again, this time more painful and I find myself struggling to breath. Tears gushed out of my eyes and I thought I would faint from it, I hate myself for acting this way, I mate the moon goddess for pairing me with a beast with no heart and most important I hate the Damien more than I have ever hated anyone.

the assistant replied. His assistant handed him the donation agreement that I had signed. Joseph did not take it. He turned his face away, and his shoulders trembled violently. Despair radiated from him. Yvette felt extremely happy inside after confirming that I was dead. However, she felt furious about receiving my heart.

The sound of his laughter echoed through the space, filling the silence of the forest. Bitterly, I nodded, feeling a fleeting peace in my broken heart. Although bitter, the Death God's words gave me some understanding. “I will try, though it is painful.” “She will always be with you, even in the deepest darkness. Accept this fate with courage, Gabriel.” The God of Death slowly disappeared from my sight, and he stood on his throne. It left me alone with mixed feelings. Contemplating how fate was so cruel to our love story. Losing Grace was the hardest blow of my life. Her figure was a light in the darkness of the path of life that I was now trying to reach.

“The Goddess.” Her tears fell. And my heart broke all over again.

“My heart has been shattered, Alpha. And I don’t think broken vessels can hold anything. But I wish to serve the Goddess with my whole heart. It’s the only thing I can do now. ” Malachi was silent for a while before I heard his footsteps approaching me. With a gentle hand under my chin, he lifted my face up to meet his eyes. From this close, he looked even more beautiful. His skin was flawless and his eyes were a blue so vivid, it was like staring at the depths of the ocean. “People with broken hearts often seek refuge in the arms of the Goddess.” He gave me a beautiful smile. “Grief makes everyone turn towards finding solace and no one gives better solace than the Moon Goddess.”