Heartbreak Lover Novels & Stories

His eyes blazed crimson as his hand locked around my throat. "I don't live in her head. How would I know?" My voice rasped under the chokehold as the suffocating pressure built. "Don't know?" His face twisted in fury. "She's kind and never makes enemies. The last person she saw was you. Who else but you would do something to her, you vile bitch?" The next moment, his palm cracked across my face. A loud slap rang in my ears, leaving my cheek swollen and burning. "Still want to talk tough?" Victor had lost all reason. He yanked my hair and smashed my forehead against the cold, hard floor. Pain exploded, and hot blood poured down into my eyes, dyeing the world in crimson blur.

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. "

But our silence was the indication of our destruction. It is the proof of, how messed up we are. *** Hello pretty readers! I love all of you so much, because of you people "Heartbreaker wife" got featured on the weekly dashboard. Thank you so much. Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

He tried to ignore Justine’s earlier teasing, the hollow ache of his heartbreak, and the unsettling silhouette he had seen through the glass upstairs. But he couldn't. Something about the way that man—Damien—had looked at him through the transparent wall kept replaying in his mind like a film loop. It wasn't the look of a casual club-goer; it was the look of a collector who had just spotted a rare prize.

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 teased back and I shook my head "I don't have the feelings that I feel for Christian towards Dean, it's different." I said and she nodded "I understand but instead getting tired loving someone, it's better that someone love us. They won't hurt us Hailey." Lia advised "I know but I can't force my heart and just give it to Dean, I can't. I know he's so kind and perfect but I don't know what my heart doesn't beat for him." I sighed "Christian will only hurt you and as your bestfriend I'm sick that he kept hurting you." Lia looked at me and I nodded

Her voice cracked as she recounted the pain she had endured, the anguish that had driven her to seek revenge. "This man over hear was the biggest heartbreaker ever, he did all that—made me believe he loved me just to get in my pants, and then dumped me like a piece of trash!" I listened, my thoughts spinning. The pieces were falling into place. Daniel had once been a heartbreaker, a man who had left a trail of shattered hearts in his wake. But he had changed—I knew that. I had seen the way he looked at me, the way he held me close, the way he cherished me. Whatever she said didn't matter to me. There was no justification for what she'd done.

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him slowly hissing as she sinks down onto him earing a deep sigh from them both. He lifts his hand and touches her faces God baby I have missed you so much. oh really like you didn't do this with anyone. No not one just been waiting to be able to come back to you. what about you he ask as he kisses her neck. well I ahhh he stops and looks at her you uh what. who who do I have to kill for touching what's mine. you promised when I left you wait for me. Well you didn't say you be gone 7 years a mean a woman has needs. A woman what about me my hand has been my best friend every night waiting to come back to you and you went a fucked what some Bata or something. Hey now I didn't say that you did

The ache within me seemed to echo through every part of my being, a poignant reminder of what could never be. He wasn’t my lover, but it felt like a breakup. The emotions swirling inside me were a jumbled mix of grief, loss, and yearning. Though we'd never been romantically involved, the connection I'd felt with him had run deep. Now, it seemed like that connection was severed, leaving me feeling bereft and disoriented. The sense of emptiness was palpable, as if I'd lost something precious. I struggled to put into words the depth of my feelings, but the pain was undeniable.