Heartbreak Novels Novels & Stories

I watched as Queenie stared blankly at her bleeding hand. She didn't call a nurse for help. Instead, she kept crying. "Niels, I miss you. I really miss you. I was wrong, so terribly wrong. I lost you for someone like this." I couldn't accept Queenie's apology. Despite everything, and even though I no longer loved her, I didn't want to see her being hit. But now, I was nothing more than a pitiful ghost whom no one could see or hear. I couldn't help her in any way.

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”.

I glanced around the familiar room, eyes landing on a carefully decorated box Bertrand had once prepared. Inside were envelopes—his love letters to me—and a custom-made rose crystal necklace. It was a gift to mark our 100th day together. He once said, "Annie, you're a passionate rose. And I want to be the one who holds it close." After that, he wrote me a love letter every so often. But ever since Marina entered the picture, the letters came less and less.

Clara’s POV I used to think heartbreak was dramatic. Something exaggerated for movies and stories. Long stares through rainy windows, hands clutching chests, tears falling at the perfect moment. I used to watch characters pine after people who never looked their way and think, Why don’t they just move on? Now I knew better. Watching the person you loved love someone else wasn’t dramatic at all. It was painful. More than I could explain. It settled deep in your bones and stayed there, making every breath feel like work.

They went to the same restaurant Xavier and I went to on our first date, smiling in a carefree manner as she sat in the place where I used to sit. She wanted every memory I had with Xavier to be filled with her shadow in his heart. I felt like I was now forced to watch a movie that didn't belong to me play out before my eyes. Misty told me to stop watching, but I couldn't stop myself from scrolling further. The pain in my chest eventually grew numb. Eventually, there was nothing left but an unexpected calmness in my heart. As it turned out, even emotions didn't bother showing anymore once someone had reached peak disappointment in someone else.

Back in my apartment, The lock clicked behind me as I stumbled into my penthouse, blood drying at my temple, ribs aching, adrenaline finally fading. I kicked the door shut with the back of my boot, letting the silence soak into my bones. My coat slid off, heavy with dust and battle, revealing the bruises already blooming beneath my clothes. The ghost of Clarissa’s betrayal clung to my skin. But I was alive and that was the part that mattered. I walked into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water with trembling hands—and nearly dropped it when the door burst open.

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

"Part of love is being hurt, that's why you're hurt because you truly loved because if you didn't love that person, why would you be hurt, right?" "That's why I will never love again. I would rather be alone than love a man who will only hurt you." I said. "Don't talk about it Ashley, you can't say that because you can't stop yourself from loving someone else." "Still, not anymore. I don't want it anymore. After what your brother did to me, do you think I can still trust the man. I know if I didn't fail him because I did everything but that's not it yet enough for him. I would prefer if he just told me the truth that he doesn't want me because I would accept that better than this. He is unfa

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

Do you know what it feels like?.... I suppose some of you would know but the rest of you…I doubt it! Do not get me wrong , this story is not like your ordinary love story – it is not a romance novel to begin with…But I guess every sad story begins with a heartache. Every broken heart was caused by some type of action that shattered it into a million pieces – every person has a reason as to why they act the way they do. Have you ever?....