Heartbreak Novels Novels & Stories

Zara pov I always thought heartbreak would be loud.That it would crash into me like thunder screaming, violent, impossible to ignore. I was wrong.Heartbreak was quiet It sat in my chest, heavy and unmoving, stealing my breath one slow second at a time. I stood in front of Alpha’s desk, my hands clenched tightly at my sides, nails biting into my palms as if pain there might distract me from the ache spreading through my chest. His office smelled like pine, smoke, and something darker that always made my knees weak. It had always been my favorite place in the packhouse until today.

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He told me it was best for my well-being when I got back to work. Even though they don’t talk to me, they weren’t mad at me. In fact, the first thing Rose’s parents did when they saw me was console me. Their warm gesture alone made me tear at the seams once more. They tried their best to help me understand the truth to the matter, that it wasn’t my fault. I couldn’t see past the hurt eyes of Rose engraved in my mind as she ran out of the house. Every single moment that passed, my mind replayed that scene. I couldn’t see how what had happened to her was not my fault. I couldn’t even comprehend what she felt when she saw Cassidy kissing me. Betrayed was one word that stuck with me. I promised

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

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."

He yelled, slamming the glass cup he was holding against the wall with the drink in it spilling on the floor and the couch, and soon enough, the pathway was filled with broken glasses. All that Ethan could see was red. He wasn’t an emotional person nor was he someone to show his weakness. He had no idea why he was feeling terribly hurt. It was as though his heart were shattering into pieces with the information that he heard. He felt deep pains that he had never felt before and before he knew it, he was struggling to fight his tears. He plopped down on the couch beside him, and burled his face in his hands, wondering what the hell was going on.

I open a message to her again. I am sorry if I was coming across as pushy outside, but I know you are lying. I know you are hurt. I also know you won’t tell me what happened since we barely know each other. Just know that if you need to talk, I am here, without judgment, brown eyes xx I will be the first to admit I am an asshole, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have a heart. I hate knowing anyone is hurting in silence. I know first-hand what it is like.

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.

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

Hi guys. I hope you are enjoying this book. Just to let you know that this book is actual a sequel. There are three-in-one series about three sisters - Diane, Malvika and Natasha. The first book, 'Unrequited Love' is about Diane and it's been published on Goodnovel. You can check my profile page. 'Broken Hearts' is the second book about Natasha. The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts.