Novel & Cerita Heartbreak Novels

When Colton, Emilia and I, along with his parents were saying our goodbyes to him at the airport, there was a pessimistic nagging voice in the back of my head reminding me that I might not need to suffer through the heartbreak for too long, because everyone was hyping up the supposed end of the world in December, as predicted by the Mayans — but it never came, and I have had to endure 3 years of constant hurt ever since, with the last two years being especially rough because Matthew stopped regularly answering my texts. I know that High School romance stories have this magnetic quality to them that makes people gravitate towards them, and I also know that high school romances don’t last that

This unexpected betrayal broke her heart As a writer, Niyati’s most successful book is "Flames and Roses". She just started writing another book but doesn't know what to write next and seeing her boyfriend cheating on her isn’t helping to lift her mood. She is devastated and broken. Naman is calling her but she is not picking up his calls. She saw him last in the morning and now it's late at night. She’s just laying lifelessly on her bed crying like there’s no tomorrow while sleep seems a foreign concept to her.

The library was silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of pages. I have always loved the hush of books, the way the world seemed to shrink to the space between the shelves. But tonight, the quiet felt different. I was shelving new acquisitions when I heard the soft click of heels on the polished wood. I turned, and saw Elena, the visiting author whose latest novel had captivated me more than I cared to admit. Elena’s eyes, dark and sharp, scanned the room before landing on me with an intensity that made my heart skip.

The Anniversary He Forgot People always spoke about heartbreak like it arrived suddenly. Like storms. Like car crashes. Like dramatic endings. But standing alone in the middle of the ballroom while her husband smiled at another woman on their anniversary, Elena realized heartbreak was much quieter than that. It was gradual. Slow. The kind of pain that accumulated so gently you barely noticed it destroying you until one day you could no longer recognize yourself beneath it. Across the ballroom, Adrian Laurent stood beside Claire Holloway while investors and executives gathered around them naturally, pulled into Adrian’s orbit the way people always were.

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

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I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

I saw many billionaire ex wife books and I decided to make one. In my story, I think I would like to make it like some sort of sad story because usually I love those type of stories. Also english isn't my first language but I will try my best to make this story finish. I'm pretty sure there will be lots of cliffhanger. I'm so sorry but I'm just busy with school and lessons. And sorry if it's short

I was on the balcony of my room, sipping the beer I bought in the market earlier. I was just looking at the sea while my treacherous mind was slowly traveling to the day where I caught the betrayal of my father and ex-fiance. I didn't remember these scenes from the past few days, so I thought I had moved on, but not yet. It still hurts. I loved Callie the most and literally gave her everything she wanted... but that was still not enough for that woman. I was in my deep thoughts and drowning in sadness again when I heard my phone ring. It was an unknown number. This phone is brand new and only a few people know my number, so I frowned when I answered that call.

She heard Irene scream in excitement, "what the hell are you guys doing?" "Oh, oh," Tasha and Irene turned to face her, "This is so good, Elle!" Irene ran to her and hugged her, "This is awesome!" "what are you talking about?" She frowned. "The book, who said you can't write romance? This book is so good! I can't even explain it in words," Irene squealed. "You liked it?" Elle smiled at her. "I loved it!" "I didn't know you could write a romance novel," Tasha blinked in surprise. "Dude, it's like you've poured your heart out," Tasha couldn't believe her eyes.