Heartbreak Library Novels & Stories

Maya could once again hear her own heartbeats as she walked towards the library; She gulped as she held the door of the library; She could clearly see this was her past and she is here again to be in the past once again. The times when he loved her like no other; the times he scared her like no other and the times when he... he left her like no other. It was around 3:30 am; her heart was scared to think she won't be able to see him for the last time; yes last time because she is going to start a new life with Ash. A life where there will be no past, no pain, lots of love but fights as well; ladhne se pyaar badhta hain types?

It was the afternoon but she could not go downstairs because Jaden and James both were occupied in some work assigned to them so they were not going to be home but Isabella didn't want to stay inside anymore so she quietly sneaked out in managed to get to the library unseen. She managed to pull out a copy of wuthering heights hidden behind the table. She had left it there the last time she came to read. Of course she could also carry the book to the penthouse but then that would leave her with no excuse to come down here and being alone up there made her feel lonely. She was on the part of the story Well Catherine was on her deathbed blaming healthcliff. When healthcliff said "I Have not bro

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

The bookshelf which was once filled with her favorite books was now nearly empty with one or two books lying here and there, rest of the books were either torn in half and were lying on the floor or they were burned and were now nothing but ashes. The photo frame holding a picture of him and Liza gazing at each other was now broken and shards of glass were strewn across the floor and the picture itself was now ripped just like his heart. He wondered where the love which was filled in the eyes of the man and woman gazing at each other in the picture had faded away leaving nothing but a blank look. The pain of betrayal had crushed his soul; it had cut him deeper than any knife could. Along wit

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.

Heartbreak is a feeling that makes you want to rip your own heart out so your heart can’t feel the pain anymore. Almost everybody is going to go through it at least once. If you are able to avoid it your entire life, then consider yourself luxury. It can be either a breakup, a death, or any other real disappointment in life that is just too unbearable for the heart you have to handle.It leaves you with a ton of questions, depending on the root of the pain. You're wondering if you will ever be able to move on from that person who hurt you. The one that ripped your heart out. The one who you wanted so desperately even though you knew it wouldn’t work, and happiness from it would always be out

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

She was so gentle and kind, she stayed committed to loving a man who had broken all the promises he made to her and shattered her heart in every which way. Even though her death was a constant pain in my heart, somehow it felt comforting. Wherever she was, she did not have to worry about getting hurt again. She was free, and I was still alive, suppressed and kept in bondage by her memory. It all seemed very poetic. I sat up after heaving one last huge sigh. I pushed my chair away from the table and got up, closing all the books I had opened in the process. I walked with much difficulty due to the exhaustion and numbness I felt from sitting in one spot for all that time. I limped gently out o

he said casually, though the heat in his gaze suggested he was watching Aiden’s every move. Aiden’s fingers fidgeted with the edge of his sleeve, his pulse still racing. He had come to the club to escape a heartbreak, but he had walked straight into a labyrinth. As Damien poured two glasses of crystal-clear vodka, Aiden realized his life was no longer under his own control. The heartbreak felt miles away, replaced by the terrifying, exhilarating mystery of the man sitting across from him.

It was the timing, the sting of a future just beginning to blossom and killed before it bloomed. My heart had broken so many times recently I felt it sting, crushing itself within the cavities of my chest. I yearned for comfort. I knew of only one true comfort. Fittingly, it began to lightly rain as I traversed the frost bitten sidewalks on my way to the library. In times of absolute, unanswerable crisis I sought out Mains. He didn't always have the answer, but he always had an ear. I expected the building to be boarded up, and I carefully pried anough back in order to get in, breathing the damp smell of old books and familiar memories deep into my lungs. I felt a pang in my chest, grief, wo