Heartbreak Lover Novels & Stories

"I love you. Not grateful, not dependent, not confused about manipulation versus genuine feeling. Just... love. You specifically, complications included." Blake's face transformed with emotion I'd rarely seen from him. "Say that again." "I love you, Blake Matthew. Convicted felon, reformed manipulator, man who learned to respect boundaries—I love all of it." He kissed me then, different than previous kisses. This one carried weight of commitment rather than just testing possibilities. "I love you too," he said when we pulled apart. "Have loved you for longer than I probably should admit, but definitely love you now." "How long?"

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

“Hello, Heart! If you're watching this video then I guess I'm already gone. You must be hurt and heartbroken, I know this is not a good way and this is not the best time to say this but I want to tell you something. I am sorry for leaving you and I'm sorry for lying to you, “I love you, I do but not in a romantic way. We've been together for seven years and we were happy but I always felt that something is missing. Every hug, every kiss, and every sweet word you gave me, I appreciate all of it but it's just not enough. I know this will break your heart even more but I want you to know about my secret, I want to tell you the truth. Heart, I'm... Gay and I cheated, I've been cheating on you fo

At this point, I wish I had amnesia and didn't recall anything as I woke up because my head was seriously banging with migraine, my heart was shattered and my eyes were gushing freely with tears. I still can't believe I had loved this man with all my heart yet all I got to return was disdain. I had lived my life to please him and yet all my efforts went unappreciated. “Why didn't you show me the SIGNS?? This man was about to betray me,yet how come did I not see it's coming?’’ I scolded my inner man, sobbing profusely. “Girl, are you talking about SIGNS??, what SIGN exactly are you talking about?...the ones you did not see when he never agreed to sleep with you on the same bed even after 5 ye

The realization only spelt one thing for her. Heartbreak.

Sitting up, my pulse quickens. Calum wrote me back. My baby replied. I can’t see the content of the email from the notification bar, but the subject is the same as what I’ve been using: Letters to my love. My fingers tremble as I tap on the email. God, please. Just this one thing. But God has forsaken me. What is heartbreak? Heartbreak is nineteen words from the boyfriend you haven’t heard from in over a month. As I reread the content of Calum’s email, I know I’ll never be the same again.

🎵 I gave you all my love, my soul exposed, But behind my back, a story that no one knows, In the shadows of doubt, we drift apart, Why did you choose to break my heart? 🎵 🎶🎶 Why did you choose to break my heart? Left me in the dark, where our love used to spark, Promises faded, like a long-forgotten art, Why did you choose to break my heart? 🎵 I believed in us, in a future bright, But now I'm lost, searching for the light, The truth's a bitter pill, I can't swallow,

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

Love. Twisted, broken love. The kind that could destroy everything.

Such a simple phrase, and yet, after waiting for ten years, I had never heard it. Now that it finally came from his lips, I didn’t need it anymore. For some inexplicable reason, a wave of disgust came over me and I looked at Christopher in contempt. “Don’t you think the most despicable thing in this world is the love that comes too late?” I asked. “To be honest, you’re making me feel nauseous right now. “What we had is over, and it should stay that way. From now on, I’m going to treat you like you’re dead to me!”