Heartbreak For Everyone Storyteller Novels & Stories

" I didn’t even realize it when it happened, but right at this moment, a tear slipped from my eye. Still, I didn’t look away from the camera. This was not just a story. This was a wound. A truth. A part of my soul. And the people watching needed to feel it. To see what was burning inside me. “Now, I would ask you, from the depth of my broken heart what would you have done, if I was you?"

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.

Right now, I wasn’t in the right state of mind to listen to any logical reasoning. Eric took me to her room, but I could only watch her from the window. She laid there, motionless. And for the first time in years, I broke down, crying. Why? Why does everyone I love have to leave me? It’s always my fault one way or the other. Why did I have to be such a curse? But Rose, please. You have to be fine. You have to. Please, come back to me. I’ll change. I’ll apologize for everything I put you through. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just, please. Come back.

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

, someone framed me with the thievery accusation of 50 million, and my love believed them and gave me an ultimatum of seven days to return his money.” Tears start to roll from both of their eyes, one in regret, the other in sullenness. He holds his chest to suppress the pain. “Oops, look, I'm starting to spill everything now. Let’s go home; you must be tired.” She is about to stand up, but he makes her sit by holding her hand. “I’m just a restless soul; don’t worry about me,” he says with his broken, hoarse voice. “But you will be bored by listening to my dull story.” “I want to listen to your every single pain; just say it; you’ll feel better, believe me.” “I don’t care if it decreases or i

I was only able to lift a little, but my fellow islanders were still pulling me back. "Mom, I miss you so much," I cried. With the number of things I've been through, I can say that my heart has been shaped and somewhat hardened. But that doesn't mean that even though my personality is strong outside this shell, I don't get hurt anymore. I'm still not used to what they say, and no one can get used to being reprimanded or accused of something. Just once in a while, you have to swallow the wrong things others say about you because life must go on. The important thing is that you know yourself that you are not doing anything wrong.

She was a strong girl who was not easily affected by the opinion and perspective of others, but somehow today Raymond's words stabbed her heart and made her feel like she was all alone, deserted by everybody whom she had ever loved in her life . Raymond saw Akira stopping in front of the cemetery . The burden of regret instantly increased manifold inside his heart . He rushed inside and saw Akira's frail figure slumped on the ground . She was crying like there was no tomorrow in store for her . When Raymond saw the same surname written on the tombstone as hers, he immediately understood the depth of pain that she was undergoing at that moment . He himself knew the pain of losing one parent .

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

Dedication. For the hearts that break, burn, and bloom again. To every soul who has ever been rejected, forgotten, or silenced — this story is for you. There are moments in life when we believe our pain makes us unworthy of love, when the world feels too dark to remember the warmth we once carried. We shrink, we hide, and we tell ourselves that maybe it’s safer to stop feeling altogether. But the truth is this: the heart that still aches is the one still alive. The flame that trembles in the wind is proof that it refuses to die.

Natasha dashes out of the ice cream shop, a frantic look on her face. Her heart was beating so loud and so fast that she could feel the impact on her chest. She just lost two kids to God knows what and God knows who. What was she going to tell Mr. Grayson? ‘Oh, hi, I took your kids for ice cream but they got lost somehow. But don’t worry, I’m sure we will find them.’ He was going to fire her! She couldn’t afford to be fired. This was the only job she actually had a shot at and now, she was about to lose that too because of her fucking carelessness!