God Of Heartbreak Novels & Stories

I had spent so long trying to convince myself I was over him—the second man who had broken my heart and ruined every ounce of sympathy I had ever felt. Maximillian Cardini. The bad boy. Damon’s ex-best friend. The only boy who had ever made me laugh during school, the one who had made the scars left by the monsters feel like they were finally fading. But ultimately, he had become the worst monster of them all. The memory tormented me. How everything had come falling down like dominoes, one after the other. Relationships, happiness, the fragile life I’d built after coming out of that hellhole of an orphanage—everything had burned to ash.

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

After a long pause, I finally spoke, "But without you, I’m so much happier. After leaving you, I realized that love doesn’t have to be all about accommodating each other. I can be willful, and I can have my little temper. "Looking back, my youthful infatuation was probably just me confusing friendship with love. I thought I had found the person I was meant to spend my life with, and I convinced myself I was happy being with him." Ethan finally couldn’t hold back his tears. Seeing him regretful, I felt a secret sense of satisfaction in my heart. So, he did care about me. Nevertheless, it was too late. I had already found someone who truly mattered to me. "Ethan, don’t ever come around me and

Roland barked. I burst into uncontrollable tears as my knees fell to the ground immediately. I wouldn't let him go like that. I loved him with all my heart and begging for his love in front of everyone is the least I can do to prove it. What would happen to me then? My life was already screwed from being born as an Omega, what would I do without him. "Psst.....Shameless woman" I heard someone say. I shot a dirty glance to the direction the sound came from and ignored it. Ladies were already gossiping and whispering in low tunes.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

The thread won’t hold the bull, and this engagement won’t stop him. He withdrew his cock all the way outside, dived it back inside, deep, pushing to the root, “Oh my fucking god, you feel so good, Thena, your pussy (he gasped) your pussy feels so warm and so fucking good,” he thrust in. He could feel all the broken pieces of his heart reattaching themselves. With every thrust, he was re-building himself. Her warm insides melted his stone-cold heart, mending it, and he felt complete for the first time in forever. He didn’t know his broken heart could be fixed. He never thought that this was possible. While he was building himself, he didn’t realize he was breaking her down. He didn’t realize

“A bit more and I shall see you again, My dear God.” With the snap of his finger followed by those words that somehow are gently being brought by the wind in a secretive way. Everything shifted and in seconds fast into the alternate dimension and never his original den, but the replica of God’s sanctuary where the very beginning and this entire chaos started. They both stands facing each other, and where in the middle is a fragment, yet more like a shard piece and a half of a heart, but contains the darkness and curses inside. “Now, now, now. May I present to you, your heart, the original one and the equivalent half of the pure one you have right now? The Yin of your soul of Yang.”

Lyra My heart broke for her. After everything she had been through, the Goddess finally gives her this… a second chance at love—and dangles it on a half-dead mate laying almost lifeless on the couch. It was the cruelest joke I’d ever seen. One would have laughed at this madness if this wasn’t such bad timing.

He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to breathe, but every inhale felt like glass scraping down his throat. He thought he had hit rock bottom days ago. He realized now that heartbreak had deeper levels,darker, more silent rooms he hadn’t known existed. His vision blurred slightly, but he forced the tears back. He wouldn’t cry. Not again. Not over the same woman who had broken him twice in one lifetime. But he couldn’t look away from the screen. Not yet. Not when the caption refreshed before his eyes, updated with a new tag. One that burned. @AkihikoTakedaOfficial

His voice was very weak like he was seriously injured. “Forgetting someone is not easy, but I will try. I will forget you and return to my destiny.” She tried to raise her head, but tears still flowed. She heard the footsteps of the Fire God León de Fuego, step by step, step by step, she felt a cold hand take her sweaty one. In the silence, she heard the sound of two hearts breaking.