Heart Break Books Novels & Stories

Christian is talking with Chana near my locker I walked to my locker and opened it "Oh the pathetic girl is looking for attention." Chana said and I just rolled my eyes "Christian, we're still going to watch movie right?" She asked with a high pitch voice "Yeah." Christian said and I just shrugged not caring even my heart wanting to punch Chana in the face and just smacked her nose. I walked pass them with the book in my hand complete hurt inside. Yes yes I'm hurt, I know I can hide it too well.

Chapter 12: Nothing heals a broken heart Sage I’ve never considered this, but there must be millions of people in the world who are going through heartbreak. Yet, the world doesn’t stop for them. No, the world just keeps spinning. The brokenhearted still have to get up in the morning to go to work and pay their bills.

Chapter Song: Good Mourning by Sophie Holohan The first time I had my heart broken was when Era rejected me when I asked to junior prom. I was very excited. I keep jumping on my bed. Writing the best letter invitation. I even asked Kim to read it for me just to see how she would react. But she couldn't feel a thing.

It exhausted me, so I sat down on a bench close to the park. I sobbed so much and prayed for death to come and visit me. Why is my world falling apart? What did I do to deserve this? Noah broke my trust. After everything we’ve been through, I thought we were going to have a happy life together. I guess it was all just a dream. A fairytale, I presume. Who knew he had other plans? He betrayed me and cheated on me with someone else. I sobbed for God knows how long, and then I felt someone handing me a designer’s pink handkerchief. I looked up and saw a handsome dude beside me.

Adam picked back his book and continued to read his book like I did not even exist. I gave him one last look before heading out of the library. I was embarrassed and my throat was clogged with unshed tears. I could feel the sides of my eyes prickling. I swallowed. Immediately I went out of the liberty, I ran for a very long time because I was embarrassed. I was really embarrassed and hurt because Adam had hurt me. He had bashed my heart to pieces. Every part of my heart was broken and shattered in pieces. If this was how heartbreak was, then I needed to avoid every single thing, I ran like I wanted to run away from me memories and the hurt.

_________ Alec Heartbreak. Sadness. Cold. Torn. Pain. Regret. For the first time in my life…I think I’m experiencing true heartbreak and let me tell you, it feels like I’m having a heart attack. It felt like sh*t. The pain was too much. The second I stepped away from her apartment, I was disappointed in myself. I felt an emptiness. Could it be that this is how some girls felt after I ignored them once I had a taste of them? Is this karma coming back to me after using and hurting those girls? I used, discarded, and ignored them.

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

In her heart, there was a barely audible voice. If you can't let go, why not face it? She had tried to let go, and thought she had, but when truly facing him, she realized it wasn't so easy to let go after all. Her first love, the man she had once burned herself up loving! Following her heart, Selina pressed her lips together and nodded slightly. The next moment, she felt herself pulled into a broad, solid chest. The heartbeat that had been under her palm now thundered heavily in her ear.

Aurora is missing. The words slam into me like a freight train, cold and brutal. My world tilts, splinters. I force myself to breathe, but it feels like trying to inhale through broken glass. A sharp pang of longing lances through my chest as I picture her—the way she laughs, the softness in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking. The way she tilts her head when she’s deep in thought, lost in a world I desperately want to understand.

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.