Heartbreak Novels & Stories

Like always… Then she does. “Dana, I’m sorry. I tried to keep it–” “Keep what, Mom?” I cut her off before she could continue through her stiffened sobs. “What happened? What aren’t you saying?” I really don’t know what is happening, but whatever that thing is… it's seriously breaking her. I haven't seen her cry like this since I lost my dad “It’s gone,” she says. “All of it. While you were… while you were inside.”

Carlson No one really knows how heartbreak feels unless you have a firsthand experience. The constricting pain in your heart that never goes away. The sleepless night that keeps you thinking about the memories. The constant checking of your phone—every beep or notification feels like it's coming from your lover, but you get disappointed at a glance. I wouldn't swallow my pride to call her on the phone. It felt like I was just wasting my time. Probably I was, or I wasn't. What she did was like a slap to my face.

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.

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

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

She clamped her hand over her mouth muffling the loud sobs as hot tears cascaded down her cheeks. 'Why does it hurt so much!' She wailed in pain but the hurt flashing through her didn't subside but only grew. A heartbreak is a whole-body reaction, affecting everything from the stress systems to the heart and brain function. We are born with the ability to form loving bonds and to sorrow when they fail. Nature's approach of training us to be loyal and in love is brutal by biological and evolutionary necessity. She knew that but she didn't know the extent of the pain. She knew he was a heartbreaker just by his looks but she didn't

The tears flowed freely, staining my cheeks with their salty remnants as my heart cried out in the silence of my apartment. I felt the ache deep within my chest, a searing pain that seemed to radiate through every fiber of my being. It was a heartbreak that went beyond the realm of lost love or shattered dreams. It was a soul-deep ache, an emptiness that threatened to engulf me in its all-consuming darkness.

Something about the certainty of the volunteers had intrigued her to change her mindset. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she accepted the call again, "Alice! Honey! Please don't do this. I just saw the message on my phone. Honey, this is not how people deal with heartbreaks. We all have been through this. Alice, my baby. Don't leave. I forgive you for taking the card. I forgive you, my baby. Come home. We need you. Honey!" Jane cried over the phone. "Heart breaks are a part of life. You will get over it some day."

" I thought I had prepared myself to face these emotions. But as I spoke, the tears still betrayed me and fell uncontrollably. "Daryl, all that talk about loving me—it wasn't love. You're just unwilling to let go of me because of my status now. You don't love me—you only love yourself." The pain in my chest was unbearable. My voice cracked, and a hollow rasp echoed through my words. The emotional strain felt like a constant, gnawing ache. When I thought of the love I had wasted on him, my heart felt like it was being torn apart. Daryl finally looked up and said hoarsely, "Natalie, I'm so sorry. Madison was just a mistake—a naive folly from my youth. I know now who I really love. Please, give

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."