Novel & Cerita Heart Break Books

Either answer was unbearable. Rain suddenly started pouring from the sky again, and Zane finally pulled back from the kiss. He slowly lifted his head. Just before our eyes could meet, I stumbled backward and ran into the rain. On the way home, I bought myself a birthday cake and held it tightly against my chest. As soon as I got through my front door, I didn't even have the strength to open the box before collapsing to the floor with a thud. The delicate cake was smashed on impact, and with my body burning up and my head dizzy, I couldn't even crawl to my bed.

How pathetic. It was nicer when things were just bad… not now that they are worse. Now the worst thing is that if I’m wrong, people get hurt. And even if I’m right, people will still get hurt. I try to cosy up and sleep. ~~~ At 5:12 AM my alarm clock buzzes. I quickly kill it before it can wake the neighbors or better still my mom. I dress in all black. It includes my hoodie, my jeans and my sneakers. I check the burner phone twice, to make sure the files are encrypted and I still check again before leaving. Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit.

I made a supreme effort, telling him, “I’ll live.” “The Moon Goddess isn’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Who knows, you may find your own fated mate at the North Shore pack ball. Wouldn’t that be something?” I couldn’t answer. The ‘Remus’ effect got me every time, heightening my senses like a blindfold. For our final fling he gagged me, so I knew kissing was out. Was he feeling it, too, the sense of separation? In my case, of desolation. Tears dripped off my chin as he entered me and I pulled against my restraints, going through the motions now. Even though he was tender with me afterwards, it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.

“Love is always painful. But after a storm, there will always be a rainbow.” Ayla got busy around the little camp, hoping to forget about the way Rhobart looked at her. With so much disdain. “Who said anything about love? I am just upset that he always yells at me for nothing.” “As I said, he was more charming when he was younger. But thirteen years ago, something happened, and his heart got broken. Badly. He is still suffering. Don’t give up on him. You are the only one who can make things right. Tell him that you love him.”

"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

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

"I won't be around to look after you anymore. Take care of yourself. Your back acts up when it rains, so remember to apply a hot compress when it happens. You always suffer from migraines too. Don't forget to keep your medication by your bedside…" I replied with a message I had prepared long ago. There was no reply from her for a long while. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the kindness I had once shown her. I didn't think much of it. After getting home and taking a shower, I went straight to bed. When I checked my phone the next morning, I realized that Vivian had sent me a text in the middle of the night. "I was the one who failed you. If I were given a second chance, I'd marry you. But I

"My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..." She halted her step toward me immediately and then gently helped Adrian to his feet. "Don't worry; we'll head to the hospital right away." As they left, Adrian glanced back, a fleeting smirk of triumph in his eyes. ... At the emergency room, as the doctor stitched my wound, I coincidentally ran into Sophia, who was helping Adrian out of an examination room. Perhaps feeling a hint of guilt, she approached the doctor to ask about my condition. "Is he seriously hurt?"

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.

Clara’s POV I used to think heartbreak was dramatic. Something exaggerated for movies and stories. Long stares through rainy windows, hands clutching chests, tears falling at the perfect moment. I used to watch characters pine after people who never looked their way and think, Why don’t they just move on? Now I knew better. Watching the person you loved love someone else wasn’t dramatic at all. It was painful. More than I could explain. It settled deep in your bones and stayed there, making every breath feel like work.