Heart Breaker Novels & Stories

Hollow. “Fucking bastard,” I breathed. “I’ll never forgive you for this.” The pain wasn’t just physical. It felt like something had been ripped out of me, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever feel whole again. Now I understood real heartbreak. Not the kind people whine about after a breakup. The real kind, the kind that cracks something open deep inside you… and leaves it bleeding. I remembered my dad losing his mind after my stepmother miscarried five times before she overdosed. I didn’t care back then. She was a monster. But now?

“Do it anyway! I don’t care if it’s minimal. I don’t care if it’s delayed. I want everything they have, every word, every movement, every plan they think I won’t see. Make them regret ever stepping out without me knowing.” Heron’s fingers flew over the keyboard, a blur, as he mobilized the team of hackers I had at my disposal. “Hackers are in position. Attempting to breach Blake’s communications now.” I paced again, slower this time, each step measured but no less tense. I couldn’t shake the image of Aloe leaning into Blake, laughing as if none of this… none of me existed. I couldn’t stand it. Minutes passed like hours. I checked my phone obsessively, as the internet was on fire with my and

,” he sighed as he picked his intercom again and called for her presence in his office. It was you who broke me first, It was you who named me first, It was you who hurt me first... now I'm used to it. All Hearts !

I don't want my hopes up. He'd change when he'd know the whole truth. I'll wait for that day. Shouldn't I tell him now? He opens the door for me. I look up at him, my past is gonna break his heart. I've tolerated heartbreak. I'll never wanna be the cause of anyone's pain, " You're hurting yourself being with me. This date! Hang out! It's not taking you anywhere. But heartbreak. Don't attach yourself with me. It will only hurt you. I can't give you anything. You are getting nothing from broken pieces. " I say to him, making another attempt. I can't give him the pain that I've endured myself.

Heartbreak is always very painful because before we had given our whole heart to someone precious. Whether it ends in disappointment, heartache or indeed love that is left but broken by circumstances. No matter how we are hurt, the longing will still come to fill our minds. The irony is that when we are alone, all we can remember are the wonderful memories that make us miss that person indeed more and torment us with the longing we have.

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin

We both were panting as I could feel our heartbeat becoming fast by each passing. I brushed my lips against his lips which were quivering in dread and spoke huskily. "....How come you are a heartbreaker when you are heartbroken yourself?" And that was it, all it took was this sentence to break him apart, to scatter him. My statement broke his heart. I asked sadly as a tear fell from his eyes. He was on the verge of a breakdown. He couldn’t bear it anymore.

"No guy in his right mind would ever want someone like you as a girlfriend." My hands balled into tight fists, anger flaring up in my chest. "You really think I care about your opinion?" "Believe whatever you want." She stepped back toward the mirror, glancing at me with that same irritating smile. "Any guy would be lucky to have me. I'm pretty, wealthy, smart—" "And yet you can't follow a single simple rule," she cut me off coldly. "Who would ever want a reckless rule-breaker?" I bit my lip hard. "You're a rule-breaker too. In fact, you're a hundred times worse than I'll ever be," I spat back. I took a step toward her, matching her distance. "You're all talk."

A heartbreaker will never be able to mend a broken heart. I haven't finished rupturing yet. Although the clunks and crashes of disintegrating parts of me have stopped, my muscles are still quivering. Occasionally, I'd hear fragments crumbling into even tinier shreds as they fell to the ground. The pillars of my hopes and the foundation of my worth have yet to crumble, and the agony is being prolonged and exacerbated as a result of this gradual, piecemeal collapse. My heart has not yet recovered from the pain of loss. I couldn't sleep at night because I could hear its growl so loudly in the distance. Your name would scream from the rooftops, and none of the songs on our playlist could calm my

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.