Heartbreak Lover Novels & Stories

Heartbreak. It comes in many forms. Sometimes at the loss of your mother or sometimes breaking up with your lover. Some would cry all night but would wipe the tears the next morning and start fresh but sometimes they would just let the pain dwell deep within the heart. Days passed into months but the pain would still be there. Raw and potent.

Love is not like that. At least not my definition of love. I stayed with you for 17 years, Anirudh . Now I can not do it anymore. Everytime my decisions were taken by someone else but today I am making my own decision. I am ending my misery. I am no longer a puppet of yours. I am no longer a prisoner. I am free. I am finally free. Move away Anirudh the car will blast any moment and most importantly it is not your love that broke me. I am broken by the love of my own. My love broke me completely.

He smiled, then leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Maybe at first, I just pitied her. But now I've truly fallen in love with her. She's wonderful, and she's worth it." The system reminded him again that even a fate exchange required points to execute, and they were currently short on points. So Freddie made a painful decision. He would start earning points from my Heartbreak Level. After my confession, he began to torment me emotionally. He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound.

I had already lost my heart, it just a still piece of beating organ placed in my chest, it is broken, not completely free of emotion of affection and love but is trying hard to forget it's past and tormenting reality; the present. "I don't love you. I could not marry you. Why are you not understanding this Allen? We can't be married. How could you like me, even if you did like me, I am broken and miserable, my heart is badly bruised and it won't accept love and affection, it is scared of these sacred emotions. By talking about all this you are just tormenting me more."

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

Love. He knows half of the song titles, and a cold and sad sensation is slowly spreading inside of him. He should not listen to these songs, but an invisible pull compels him to. No matter which he chooses, they're about lost love, heartbreak, letting go, and scorned lovers.

Chapter Song: Good Mourning by Sophie Holohan The first time I had my heart broken was when Era rejected me when I asked to junior prom. I was very excited. I keep jumping on my bed. Writing the best letter invitation. I even asked Kim to read it for me just to see how she would react. But she couldn't feel a thing.

My already cracked heart shatters into a million pieces once I hear her voice. “There you are, my love,” Hannah says from behind me. I hear her approaching, but before she can get to us, Beau walks up to her. I turn around, and what I see breaks my heart even more. Tears fill my eyes as Beau captures her lips in a kiss. My shattered heart squeezes in my chest and suddenly breathing is difficult. Beau doesn’t close his eyes as he kisses her; instead, he stares at me. I bite my lip to stop it from trembling and try my best to contain my tears, but I can’t. My knees weaken, so I lean against the wall to prevent myself from falling.

Her eyes were still tender, holding that motherly affection I had seen the first day. “It is no use, my heart is already dead to love him.” I walked away as single tears roll down my cheek, it this is what they say about letting someone go because you love them, then it was really difficult and painful.

“What? You think I'm going to destroy your boyfriend’s pretty face? Calm your heart. I think my husbandly duties are finished.” “Ethan I'm not in love with him,” I tried to assure him, whispering out as loud as possible. “Well that helps a lot,” he said sarcastically and then left. I sank to the floor once again, feeling everything in me tear apart. I buried my face in my hands and just let the tears out. Guilt was something I had dealt with my whole life, as at a certain point in my life I had actually believed I killed my birth mother, but the fact that it was familiar didn’t