Heart Breaker Novels & Stories

The woman who was with him quickly got dressed and ran out of her condo, even if I wanted to spank her and slap her, I couldn't because of the numbness of the whole system, I don't know what could be the reaction now I feel so hurt and drain. "B-babe let me explain please." he's begging to make me laugh, if he thinks she can take me there, he's wrong. "What else do you have to explain Kevyn? I already daw it with my own two eyes, so what else are you going to say? That you're just playing? That you're just talking? That's stupidity!" I said emphatically. "Please babe let's fix this." I shook my head. "What's broken can't be fixed again asshole! I trusted you enough but you choose to betray

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

I heaved a long sigh as the silence continued to be crashed out by the heavy rain outside hitting the glass claddings and windows continuously. My eyes were now hurting as tears filled them. Having to recollect all those hurtful memories since my breakup with Christian to having gotten married to Mason. It was a painful one that my chest churned everytime I thought about it that I couldn't stop tears from forming in my sockets.

Still, his eyes stayed fixed on me, unwilling to close. Blood poured from the wound on his back, staining my hands bright red. I held him tightly, my fingers trembling as my tears fell in silence. I was overwhelmed by anger and an indescribable, complicated pain. Once we arrived at the hospital, doctors rushed him into emergency surgery. Thanks to quick action, he was narrowly saved from death. Still, the injury was severe, particularly to his heart. He would have to be extremely careful from now on, as any misstep could easily become fatal.

He said awkwardly, brushed his hands at the back of his shorts, then doubled his steps away from her as fast as possible, so he could get back into his house. Leaving the girl in pains and tears, with a continually gapping hole, boring through her chest. It was right there and then, that Beth knew she had had her first heart break.

The feeling of a broken heart is like a glass slowly shattering into tiny pieces. That feeling of getting stabbed in the heart like a million times. But, Darson is trying to keep it together. He doesn't want his family to know about what happened. He wants them to think that everything is fine, even though his hurting inside.

He was sick! He started pulling Amy on her hair and placing her back on her chair. She looked at me, but there was nothing. Her eyes were empty. I felt heartbroken seeing her like this knowing it was because of me. He looks back up at me and smirks. "Feel anything yet, mate? Do you feel pain, heartbroken, helpless, broken?" "You've made your point...tell me what you want. Just don't touch Amy again," I said softly.

Up in the glass box, Eve’s monitor flashed a critical warning. **HEART RATE: 202 BPM.** Terry didn't just feel the insult; he felt the universe tilt on its axis. It wasn't the attack on his hockey career. It wasn't the cheap shots to his knee. It was the vile, calculated desecration of Eve—the woman who had bared her soul to him in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse, the brilliant, fiercely independent mind reduced to a corporate pawn by men who didn't deserve to speak her name.

I worried that if I let them go, I would be betraying her. Dad still doesn’t know that I haven’t healed. My inability to heal is why I find it hard to make friends. The constant fear that they would leave eats me up every time. The fear that something so good could never be enough to make them stay makes it hard to even try. Theo could have easily been nosy enough to push for an explanation, instead he offered comfort without a single word. The ache in my chest eased a little and I sucked in a much needed breath.

She screamed. He moved towards her and then he shoved her roughly. “You don't get to tell me how I treat my son.” “He's my son too, you know?” she shouted back at him. “And he's just a child.” She said as she struggled to regain her balance. He hit her and something inside of me broke. “Don't touch her.” I yelled. I lunged towards him and he caught me just before I could reach him. He grabbed the front of my shirt and threw me backwards. My shoulder hit the walls and the picture of me winning my first hockey game slipped to the ground, the glass crashing.