Heartbreak House Novels & Stories

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

She had to face the house, face whatever it was that had control over her, and take it back. Her eyes fell on a sentence that seemed to jump off the page. The house cannot take you unless you let it. To break the cycle, you must release the bond. Only then will it lose its hold. Bliss’s breath caught as the words hit her. She hadn’t just been trying to leave. She had been trying to escape without confronting the heart of the house. Without confronting what it had done to her. But now, she understood. She had to break the bond. She had to confront the house head-on, confront the darkness that had intertwined itself with her. She wasn’t just running from Damon. She was running from herself, fr

Loretta By the time I got home, the tears I had been fighting finally won, the keys trembling so hard in my hands I could barely find the lock. When I could finally open the door, I couldn't see clearly anymore. The door shut behind me, I pressed my back against it and slid down until the floor caught me. Then everything broke , I sobbed uncontrollably, pain torn through my chest, I never knew heartbreak was this painful. It feels like my heart is being squeezed out of my chest.

His tendons severed and his eyes gouged out, he met his end in endless darkness and agony. To his last breath, he was still muttering my name. Scarlett lost her child and her ability to ever have another. The violent kick had left her with lifelong disabilities. With no family to protect her, she ended up on the streets in the slums of New York, selling the only thing she had left. They say she went mad, telling anyone who would listen that she was once the Donna of the Falcone family. Passersby just thought she was a crazy old woman.

But our silence was the indication of our destruction. It is the proof of, how messed up we are. *** Hello pretty readers! I love all of you so much, because of you people "Heartbreaker wife" got featured on the weekly dashboard. Thank you so much. Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

But now, she can only mourn the loss, And feel alone in the silent house. A wife's heartache is immeasurable, When she sees her husband loving another. She tries to hold on, to fix what's broken, But her heart is broken, and she doesn't know what to do. Maybe one day, she will find peace, Or maybe she will continue to yearn for the past. But for now, she can only cry, A wife's unspoken heartache." In the darkness of the silent night, I contemplate alone with dim eyes, Suffering is hidden in my heart, Life is like a storm that never stops.

And all I could hear in my head was her voice saying yes, like it was replaying on loop just to destroy me a little more. I leaned back against the headboard, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “This house used to be loud,” I said softly, looking around the room that felt too big. “She used to laugh here. She used to sing while cooking. She used to...... breathe here.” My voice cracked. “And now it’s just me.” I wasn’t angry at her. For the first time, I realized that clearly. I wasn’t angry. I was heartbroken. I thought time would fix it..... I whispered. I thought if I stayed away long enough, the pain would fade. But seeing that.....

And with that, I turned on my heel, walking away from him, leaving him standing in the park, staring after me with a look of disbelief. --- The house was silent, the only sound coming from the ticking clock in the hallway. Midnight had arrived, wrapping the world in its stillness. My heart was a mess of emotions, my head spinning with the weight of it all. I couldn't stay here anymore. Not in this house, not with them, not where every corner, every scent, reminded me of all the heartbreak I had endured.

Heartbreak usually comes in different ways. Sometimes, it’s you holding your heart out as it is gushing out with hot tears that is as thick as blood. Sometimes, it is you hurting inside without having enough words to speak outside. All just because everything hurts inside. It was not merry. It was nothing too far, too close. But I just wanted to get away. I was not heartbroken. At least not yet, but I could not say the same for the man I was staring at. The same man I had been staring at for two minutes, which had felt like the first two hours of my first life.

But heartbreak. And that broke her heart.