Heart Breaking Novels & Stories

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

They only let go to catch their breath. "Okay,I have to leave now my love but I don't want to." Beau said. "I know." "I will stay a little longer till you fall asleep." He started singing to her again and she was dozzing in no time. "Beau," she said as the song came to an end. "How come I was never good enough to fight for?" Unbeknownst to her, she had said the most heartbreaking thing he had ever heard. It was also a splash of cold water into his face. She had finally broken him.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

Her heartbeat was fast and weak, and her trapped body trembled in his hands like a bird drawing its final breath. Adrian suddenly pulled back, breaking the kiss slowly as his breathing turned ragged, his lost eyes scanning her pale face. She had placed the back of her hand over her mouth, her eyes brimming with tears as she stared at him with profound sorrow and shock. The edge of his rage gradually evaporated, replaced by absolute panic for her, but before he could say a single word, a shocking slap landed from her weak hand straight onto his face.

Feeling a sore spot touched, he shot Sarah a dangerous look that made her clam up immediately. Ben noticed David and stumbled over, looking utterly dejected. "David, I got my heart broken," he slurred. Heartbreak happens to people every day, but few broadcast their misery as shamelessly as Ben was doing. David gave him a cool glance. "Mm-hmm," he grunted noncommittally. Ben continued, "Everything tastes bland now. I can't sleep. I can't focus on anything. All I can think about is her." David's grip tightened on the water bottle as he took in Ben's unkempt appearance and obvious weight loss. His eye twitched slightly.

He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound. To provoke me even more, the system chose an appearance similar to my eyes. The effect was significant. In the days that followed, it seemed like I was the only one suffering. But in reality, we were torturing each other. Still, there was something strange about me. My love was deep, but my hatred was shallow. So Freddie had no choice but to get rid of the camellia tree we had planted together, the symbol of our bond. When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90.

He recounted their shared past in soft whispers, trying with all his heart to stir something inside her, to bring back even a flicker of what once was. But her memory remained a blank slate. "Charles," she asked one day, her voice light with confusion, "what have I forgotten? Why does it feel like… like there's a hole in my heart?" Charles looked at her, his voice low and filled with ache. "Maya… you've forgotten someone. Someone who used to mean a great deal to you." She frowned, trying to reach into the void—but found nothing. "If he was really that important… how could I forget him? I only remember you."

How pathetic. It was nicer when things were just bad… not now that they are worse. Now the worst thing is that if I’m wrong, people get hurt. And even if I’m right, people will still get hurt. I try to cosy up and sleep. ~~~ At 5:12 AM my alarm clock buzzes. I quickly kill it before it can wake the neighbors or better still my mom. I dress in all black. It includes my hoodie, my jeans and my sneakers. I check the burner phone twice, to make sure the files are encrypted and I still check again before leaving. Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit.

Top of Form *** "It was said that a heart that has been broken can never feel pain again, that it becomes immune to hurt because it has already tasted the bitter sting of heartbreak. But as Chloe stood there with tears streaming down her face, she knew that whoever had said those words had never experienced a second heartbreak." The pain she felt right now felt fresh, raw, and intense as if it was the first time. This was only a reminder that heartbreak was not a one-time event but an ongoing process.