Heart Breaker Novels & Stories

Heartbreak is a feeling that makes you want to rip your own heart out so your heart can’t feel the pain anymore. Almost everybody is going to go through it at least once. If you are able to avoid it your entire life, then consider yourself luxury. It can be either a breakup, a death, or any other real disappointment in life that is just too unbearable for the heart you have to handle.It leaves you with a ton of questions, depending on the root of the pain. You're wondering if you will ever be able to move on from that person who hurt you. The one that ripped your heart out. The one who you wanted so desperately even though you knew it wouldn’t work, and happiness from it would always be out

he asked back, holding back his anger. She nodded her head with her heart crying. He gripped her face, making her look into his eyes with anger burning within him. “Don't you have a heart?! I love you with all my heart and you have broken my heart into small pieces. I am willing to forgive you even though your father killed my father. I will forgive what you did as long as you will come back to me. But you don't care about that at all,” he said in deep voice. “You played with my heart just to save your lover's life!!!”

Though I did complain about that trick of his in the office. He frowned. “That’s right. Oscar hasn’t seen your pussy. Shall I send for him now?” My smile faded and I reached for the liquid soap dispenser, feeling not for the first time that I didn’t belong here in his flat with him. It was becoming too much of a habit. Should I walk away, end it? The consequences of breach of contract weren’t nearly as devastating to me as the thought of yet another broken heart. Though he urged me to stay the night I insisted on going home. I had to detach myself somehow.

Where on earth have I gone wrong? The music, which should have made his voice a bit inaudible, had been paused, thereby making his hurtful words clear and strong enough to break my heart into tiny shreds. "She's really obsessed," I heard the Beta's daughter say, followed by a mocking laugh as she clung even tighter to him. I felt just like real trash.

The evidence seemed damning, and the weight of the revelation threatened to crush his spirit. The room, once filled with warmth and the echoes of shared laughter, now bore witness to the tempest within his soul. He couldn't contain the surge of emotions that erupted within him. Broken hearted, he lashed out, hurling objects across the room as if trying to expel the pain that clung to him. "Ahhh! Tessa! Why did you hurt me like this?!" he screamed, the anguished cry reverberating through the empty spaces of their home. Each shattered piece of furniture echoed his broken heart.

But our silence was the indication of our destruction. It is the proof of, how messed up we are. *** Hello pretty readers! I love all of you so much, because of you people "Heartbreaker wife" got featured on the weekly dashboard. Thank you so much. Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

After Matthew hung up on me, I called him again. Seventeen times, he refused to answer. Left with no other choice, I sent him a message about the divorce. It did not take long before he called back. Before I could get a word in, he launched into a furious tirade. "Do you even have a heart, Cat? Megs fell into the river! She’s still so young, she was scared, and now you’re talking about divorce and lying about being pregnant?

I take deep breaths and fumble for my beta blockers in my pockets, but I can't take them in Corey's presence, he doesn't know how severe my HCM has gotten. "Ryan, one more thing." He calls after me. "Be careful around Rose. Everything stops. “She’s been through a lot,” he adds. “Last thing she needs is another heartbreaker.” I pause, unable to turn around for fear that my face may give me out. "She's been through a lot." He adds. "The last thing she needs is another heartbreaker." It's ironic he calls me a heartbreaker, when my heart's literally breaking. I nod, casually turning to look at him but inside, I'm spiralling. Does he know? Or was that just a warning. Either way it's too late. I'v

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."

I flinched because I could relate to how being used by someone felt like, especially by someone you loved with your whole being. Heart break isn't your heart cracking…. it's that pain that makes you stop breathing, it makes your veins twist, and it makes your heart feel squeezed…. compare it to a heart attack if you like, but it isn't your life that would flash before your eyes, it's the promise and unforgettable memories that would. “Jeremy how could you?” Claire asked, her voice dry like she was managing air to breathe. Jeremy nodded. “I know. And that’s why this has to stop now.”