Novel & Cerita Heart-wrenching Books

Everyone was shocked by her outburst, she was not usually like this, she was normally calm and collected but she just kept screaming until her voice has gone hoarse and she got exhausted. “Why do I always get left behind? “ She got up and started running outside towards the cottage, she locked herself in and went to her old room. She just couldn’t bear it, she thought she was strong but having a broken heart and a close relative dying, she was crumbling inside. She just huddled in a corner looking up at the photo frame on top of her side table.It contains a photo of her and her parents, it was a picture of peacefulness and happiness. Beside that is a photo of Ami and her uncle, she grabbed t

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

"I'm sorry Charity, I won't be going to the victim's home today. Something came up. We'll go some other time" I think the phrase, shattering of heart is a bit too underrated and considered too literal, used in literary works and in certain kind of situations to prove how pleasant our grasp of good grammar is cause I can testify that my heart practically broke into a million pieces that all the glue in the world wouldn’t even dare put together if they tried as I read through Detective Roman's message that morning.

The sound of crying was the worst sound in the world. The wails of sorrow and loss made my eyes tear up and my heart to squeeze. When I heard Mason brake down in front of me in his drunken state I thought my heart broke. But as I heard the cries of the women and children who lost their mates and fathers, my heart shattered.

With a deep breath, I pulled the book off the shelf and opened it, readying myself for what I would find. The words on the pages blurred as tears welled up in my eyes. The story of Brax's attack on my father's pack was laid out in gruesome detail, painting a picture of destruction and death that made my heart ache with sorrow and anger. How could he have done such a thing? How could he have caused so much pain and suffering? I found it hard to believe that this was the same man I fell in love with.

Didn't know why my husband hadn't installed electrically locked doors but it was a good thing for me. **** Going through most of the books I got to know one thing, they were all about broken hearts, sad love stories or life, and the ones that would make me cry. 'Why keep these types of books?' Walking down I noticed one more thing, many books were written by the same writer. Roaming mindlessly I found a shelf full of different types of journals, What were these? To whom did they belong? The most important thing, what was written in them? Giving in to my curiosity I took hold of the first journal, the cover of it was made of leather on which was inscribed 'From where the story begins', curiou

There's are a few themes which will be present in this part unlike the last, there are: 📌child molestation, 📌incest, 📌suicide 📌rape, 📌explicit content. 📌dark 📌violence I am writing this book because I felt people need to know. *This chapter might cause people to be triggered read with caution and no rude comment* Thank you . "You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. It was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, who had ever been alive." ~James Baldwin

Okay now 😢😢😢😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭. This is the end. Don't forget to comment and vote for the final chapter!❎ -Rama There are a couple Werewolf books up on my Instagram profile. ✴To be the second ✴The Tales Of A Pregnant And Rejected Luna ✴The Bad Boy Is A Werewolf ✴His Hidden Child ✴Maid For the alpha Some Romance Fantasy ✴Winter's storm ✴ Within The Flames Of Anger And many other genres I think you'll enjoy. Check them out! And do bring forget to give me some feedback.

Andy’ POV With every step I took, the pain in my heart grew. It was like a fire, burning and consuming me from the inside out. It made my chest ache and made it hard to breathe. The tears that had been pooling in my eyes began to spill over, running down my cheeks. I couldn't stop them; I couldn't even try. I was beyond caring, beyond feeling. I just wanted the pain to end; it seemed like I was swallowed up by the darkness that surrounded me.

The room seemed to close in on her, amplifying her worry and frustration. Tears welled up in Hailee's eyes as she sank to the floor, overwhelmed by a sense of impending doom. She couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong, and the missing book only heightened her anxieties. Hailee's worries grew with each passing moment, leaving her with a profound sense of unease that gnawed at her very core.