Heart Wrenching Romance Novels & Stories

“He doesn’t get to have it. He doesn’t get to define it.” His mouth found hers then, and it wasn’t a kiss of comfort. It was a brand. A declaration of war. It was all teeth and desperate tongue and the salt of shared fury. Elena kissed him back just as fiercely, her fingers clawing into his hair, pulling him closer, trying to melt into him, to become one thing so they could never be put on a shelf and studied. This was the dark heart of it. The romance that had begun in secrecy and flourished in danger was now being weaponized against them. So they weaponized it right back.

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

Her head down as she walked under the rain She acted so calm but it did hurt so much deep inside as she walked in the rain she felt so heartbroken she didn’t realize she was crying as she rain washed her not being able to breath, She caught a cold and a high fever her roommates were all shocked they have never seen Evelyn this sad Her first love was gone in a blink of an eye and it wasn’t even up to a year but she’s didn’t get to see him again not even crossing paths So she got over him pretty well

It was a beautiful, tragic dance of two broken souls finding solace in each other's arms. The taste of her was a mix of salt from our tears and the faint scent of coffee. Her hands moved from my face, one to the back of my neck, the other to my waist, pulling me closer. It was a kiss of healing, a shared moment of pain and hope. It wasn't the kind of fire I had felt with Ethan, the kind that had burned me to the core. This was a slow, steady burn, a quiet warmth that promised to never leave. It was a promise in the dark.

Her body screamed at her to run to him, to wrap her arms around him, and never let go. As Penelope laid her eyes on Liam, fear and confusion overwhelmed her. She could not believe that the man she loves could attack her father, but at the same time, she cannot ignore the feeling of love that still burns within her for him. Liam is a mess of emotions, his face contorted with rage and pain. But despite this, she feels an intense happiness deep in her heart that he is here.

The door was unlocked, so I pushed it wide open. My eyes popped out in shock at the scene happening in front of me. I froze, my heart stopping right inside my chest. My mate was pressed up against another woman, and their lips locked in a passionate kiss as they were both lost in the moment. His hands were around her waist, rubbing her ass, while her hands went over his neck and tugged at his hair as she moaned silently under the deep kiss. I stood there, rooted to the spot, unable to move or look away. My mind was reeling, trying to process what was happening before my eyes as I felt like my heart was ripping apart. It was like sharp knives were stabbing my chest continuously as I struggled

Was I too horrible that not even the mate I share a sacred bond with could take me seriously, be loyal with me, love me and me alone? And Ava... Pain coursed through me at the thought of her. I saw the way she was resisting the kiss and the way Hunter was forcing himself on her. But I was too petty and disregarded that fact. I said those things to her, even though I never meant a word. I was just angry, and hurt. But after watching them kiss in front of me with so much passion, I don't think we can ever rebuild what has already been torn apart. My heart is aching, and my wolf howled inside my head, giving me a tough headache that seems to be more than I can manage.

Argh .... Andien punched the metal guardrail as she shouted angrily. "I hate you, Kenan. I hate you!" Andien screamed again while the sea water began to wet parts of her body as she chose to sit on the bridge that people said was called the bridge of love. It had only been 12 hours since Andien had received Kenan's sacred vows but Andien felt that she was already a widow. Andien tried to hold back her sobs as the tears continued to flow.

He could feel his mate's heart breaking, and Roman's eyes burned. “I'm sorry, Daddy… I can't leave him,” Roman said quietly, and Naham growled in frustration. Naham yelped when he turned around, and the vampire with long blonde hair appeared before his eyes. Romans's heart skipped a beat when arms snaked around his waist and pulled him flush against his mate's hard chest. The Omega couldn't stop himself. Just the idea of his mate's pain had him wrapping his arms around him and leaning his head against his chest.

"And what if it ruins me?" Leya's mouth curled slowly, fatally, into a smile. "Then you should have been more careful to whom you were married if you didn't know her at all." She was moving away. But his arm shot out. And in an instant—it was spinning her around, breast to the hard contours of his chest, his face inches from hers. "You want the truth?" he growled. "Very well." His lips brush against hers—slimy, bruising, angry, furious, and of something wildly, wildly too dangerous to speak. It was not beautiful. It was not sweet. It was the hurricane that lashed against its equal—and against both of them, giving nothing.