Heartbreak Library Novels & Stories

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

"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

Aloe's POV Blake's book release party took place at Portland's historic Sentinel Hotel, the ballroom filled with everyone who'd supported him through Morrison's revenge lawyers, volunteers from the crowdfunding campaign, legal aid clients, journalists, and family. The published book sat on tables throughout the room, its cover featuring Blake's mugshot alongside Morrison's official senate portrait, titled "Manufactured Justice: One Man's Fight Against Posthumous Revenge." "I can't believe it's actually real," Blake said, holding a copy like it might disappear. "Months of writing, editing, revising and now it's a physical book people can buy."

I wish I was more sensible. I take another huge gulp from the champagne bottle, then groan loudly afterwards. I feel like I'm being ripped apart from the inside. Nothing in my entire life has ever hurt this bad. Absolutely nothing. Heartbreak is the worst pain imaginable. I never thought it was but now that I'm feeling it, I know it is. Indigo hates me now. There's no coming back from that. I bet she's going to move on from me sooner than later, leaving me alone in despair.

Nineteen year old me didn’t know the heartbreak the man on the other side of the camera would cause me. Little did I know that heartbreak would change my life in many ways. It shaped who I am today, but it also shaped my career. Heartbroken and devastated, I wrote a book heavily inspired by Cade and me. It was cathartic to funnel all of my feelings into a love story that I could actually control. I never could’ve expected thousands and thousands of people to read it around the world.

Lucy had just shaken her head and walked away. Now it was late afternoon on the second day, and Lucy was in the library, curled up in a window seat with a book she wasn't actually reading. She'd read the same page five times without retaining a single word. Her mind kept replaying the fight. Barry's cold voice saying "maybe we shouldn't be doing this." The way he'd walked out without looking back. The sound of her door closing like a final punctuation mark on whatever they'd been building. Lucy wiped at her eyes angrily. She was tired of crying. Tired of feeling like her heart was being squeezed in a vice. Tired of missing someone who lived in the same house as her.

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

It might create a freaky image but it is really nice. I place my hand on the side of my heart and feel it beating slowly, barely audible. And even though I can't hear the crack, I can still feel it breaking and maybe it is because when I was with Blake, it felt like our hearts were one. And when we broke up, it felt like I got half of my original heart, a half that was struggling to beat on its own. And maybe that is why I am afraid of kissing him. Because our hearts might intertwine again into one which I cannot afford. I've made a way to live with a cracked heart, I can't go back. I can't let myself fall agai- "Are you okay miss?" A lady wearing the museum's uniform touches my shoulder, sn