Heartbreak Lover Novels & Stories

Malcolm says to him. “Liar!” Brian exclaims. “I know you still have her pictures in your room,” he states. “What? How do you know that?!” He raises a brow at him. “Dude?” “Okay, fine! You are right. I haven’t moved on. I still keep her pictures with me. I still love her. I still think of her all the time. And guess what? If she comes back to me today, I’ll accept her with open arms,” Malcolm says, all in one breath, panting slowly.

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"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.

Andien told him. "Can I give you some advice?" "Go ahead!" "Are you immune when Kenan comes near you?" Tom asked curiously. "My heart and my feelings are dead, Tom. There is no love or guilt for Kenan since I lost my mother. For me, Kenan is my biggest enemy and there is no way I can forgive him," Andien replied firmly. "You think Kenan doesn't have any love, but from what I've observed, he has a lot of love. Outwardly he may say he doesn't need love, but he has already decided to marry you and I'm sure he won't divorce you. Is that not love?"

More tears poured down her cheeks as she shook her head, and my broken heart kept breaking. “You don’t understand. My heart and my body feel like they are being ripped apart. If he has a lover, the best he could do is do what we are doing until we reject each other.” She said in between her sobs. “But he’s an asshole!” I was sure he was not with his lover.

"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.

One night. No names. No consequences—until the whole world sees it. Six months after being left at the altar, Celeste Hartwell is done being the beautiful sister everyone underestimates. So when she slips into London’s most exclusive masked club, she wants one thing that belongs entirely to her: an anonymous night with a stranger who asks no questions and makes no promises. Then footage of their encounter is leaked beside a £250,000 payment into Celeste’s account; and the man she is accused of sleeping with turns up dead. There’s only one problem. Celeste never slept with Sebastian Huxley. She slept with Michael Harbinger, the elusive operative who spent years inside the consp

“The dance videos you upload show just how sexy you are. You’re very talented to be able to dance like that. If I didn’t think you were up for the job, I wouldn’t have gone through all the hassle to look at every single one of your I*******m posts and take the time out of my very busy schedule to meet with you.” “Then answer me as to why you need to hire somebody to break his heart?” I lean across the table, my elbow almost bumping the drink in front of me. “I think it’s pretty obvious that his new self-titled album lacks the, let’s say emotion that his debut album had. He wrote Back to Yesterday after his first love broke his heart. The fact that those songs were so raw, it reached his fans

Even though I had rejected him, the pain was still there. Tears blurred my vision, but I never looked away. Because I had to see it, I had to see him fail me one last time. This was the man I once loved. And he let her crawl into the place where I used to sleep. He let her in like I had never existed. My chest cracked. My lungs burned. My soul screamed. But he never heard me, not now, not ever. This wasn’t heartbreak. Heartbreak is soft and Quiet. It whispers as it breaks. It lets you cry and crawl into blankets and pretend tomorrow won’t hurt as much.

she was really clever and I'm awed by her. “Actually, I ran away,” I disclosed with melancholy in my voice. “If you genuinely love someone, that love doesn’t leave because you left and that’s the truth," she put emphasis on her words. "I won’t judge your reasons but I will just pray for the pain to lessen in your heart," she patted my back. "Soon enough, you’ll be happy again. Just trust the process of healing,” the tears in my eyes burned and I couldn't stop it from swelling again.