Heart Breaker Novels & Stories

She's not the kind of emotional person that overreacts to something. "Hush now," he whispered while kissing her head. She sobbed. "Why does it hurt, Carson? Why am I hurting? Why do I feel like my heart's been stabbed and it's fucking hurting? I'm not dying, right?" Carson shook his head and held her chin to lift her head. "That's called heartbreak, Baby. Your heart was broken after seeing them." Krysie cried her heart out. "A-Are you happy she's back? That she's alive?"

XAVIER ROCKWELL Dealing with heartbreak was not the easiest thing in this world and I may have just learned the true power of your heart being shattered into smithereens. My mother knew that all along. I just wished she would’ve been the good mother that I’ve always wanted her to be and warned me about the dangers of falling in love and getting your heart broken. I may have gone through a lot of breakups in the past but they weren’t as agonizing as this one and that’s most probably because I wasn’t truly into women before.

Andien wasn't even sure she had a reason to. "I'm worried about being tempted and hurt again, Hanna," Andien replied, provoking a grin from Hanna. "Do you still love him?" Hanna asked curiously. "Kenan is not an ordinary man. Who couldn't be attracted to him and fall in love with him? I'm certainly not immune to his charms. I'm afraid it's not Kenan I can conquer, it's me who gets hurt again," Andien replied weakly. "What are you going to do then?"

I said more like a question. "When you left he kicked out Victoria. But you when you wouldn't talk to him, he lost it. He left the bus and came back drunk and really wasted to the point where he could barely speak. He also came with a girl, but you could tell she meant nothing to him. He was just hurt. He went to the back room with the girl to, I guess fuck her and they haven't came out since. I don't think he's doing this to hurt you though, I think you just really hurt him and he doesn't want to feel anything. He wants to numb the pain and I think the only way he knows how is going straight to sex and drinking." He said sighing deeply at the end. Hayes's words were cutting me deeply. Tears

But as he steps back, his voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.” Then the mattress rises as he leaves, the soft click of the door the only sound in the quiet room. I sit there, gripping onto myself, forcing my breathing to slow. Only when I’m sure he’s gone do I finally let go. My entire body trembles as the dam inside me breaks. Heaving sobs rip through me, curling me into myself, choking me. I don’t know how long I stay like this—minutes, hours—until a gentle knock at the door pulls me from my anguish.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

Mia's hands and feet were horribly scratched from the friction with the dry ground and sharp stones, but the wound was not enough to cause Mia pain. In medicine, there is a syndrome called broken heart syndrome, when a person suddenly suffers from too much stimulation, it will lead to a painful heart spasm. Mia had experienced this before, her heart constricted to the point of difficulty breathing, the sharp pain wanted to tear her little heart from the inside.

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

“Protect her? You destroyed her. You left her when she needed you. And now? Now you sit here, drinking pity like it’s champagne.” Ethan moved back a little. “You think I don’t know that? Every night, every morning, I wake up with her name in my head and the memory of her face the night I broke her heart. I can’t breathe without feeling the weight of what I did.” His voice cracked despite his effort to hold it steady. “I let her go because I thought I was saving her from me, from the chaos I was drowning in. But all I did was burn her to the ground.”

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”