Novel & Cerita Heartbreak Novels

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

She felt like she was drowning in his eyes like she was losing herself in their depths. Collins' face was inches from hers, his breath hot on her skin, his eyes blazing with a desire that left her weak. Isabelle's heart raced like a runaway train, her pulse pounding in her ears. She felt like she was trapped in a whirlwind, like she was being swept away by a force beyond her control. Collins' kiss had unleashed a storm within her, a maelstrom of emotions that threatened to consume her.

I… can't believe I'd given him my heart and despite my low-key waywardness, I was loyal to him. Loyal to a fault. Does he dip his cock into the bitch's pussy and tell me to lick her cum off him? I think it's high time I get my hands soaked in fucking blood. It's hard to breathe. But I just sit there, letting the cold from the tile seep into my bones. Hector is my first love, and not just any type of first love, but one that I defied my brother for. Maybe this is Karma's way of getting back at me but one thing I know is that heartbreaks hurt like shit.

Tears soaked my pillow as I hugged it tightly, sobbing uncontrollably. Why? Why had my life turned into this? Why did the man I love keep leaving me? Why didn’t I even have a shoulder to lean on? Exhaustion finally pulled me into a restless sleep. … The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten home the night before. My eyes landed on a neatly folded note on the nightstand: "Eat something before work. I rescheduled the meeting for today’s case." The handwriting was precise and elegant, and the memories of last night came rushing back.

I broke down silently, my fingers gripping the edge of the sink as sobs wracked through me. I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to care. But I did. I rubbed my face, tried to stop, but the crying wouldn’t stop. It just wouldn’t. My chest ached. My heart screamed. Why did it have to be him? Why did I still love him? Why does it still hurt? And so I stood there, water running, grief pouring, trying to hold myself together in a place where everything was falling apart. I was still crying when I heard the door creak open behind me.

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

But as they grew older, Maya had learned to swallow her grief and buried her resentment deep within herself, trying to maintain the illusion of peace. But now? Now, Oscar wanted her to accept the daughter of the woman who destroyed her family as his bride. And he wanted her to be understanding? That one sentence broke something inside her. She thought of her mother, gasping for breath on a hospital bed. And she remembered the vow she had made at that very moment: she would never repeat the same tragedy. She would never let another person trample her heart like that. Let alone compete endlessly with Diana for the same man. "Fine," she said. "Then I won't bother you two anymore."

"Why? Why would you save him? You loved me the most. He rejected you! Why are you still protecting him?" It was then that I noticed Sophia had collapsed on the ground, the knife embedded in her chest. She ignored Adrian's desperate cries, her eyes fixed solely on me. "Lucas..." Sophia was rushed to the hospital, while Adrian was taken away by the police. I later learned Adrian had broken up with Sophia earlier because he'd found a wealthy woman, believing he'd marry into riches. Instead, she'd taken him to a remote rural area, where he'd struggled until he finally escaped.

He smiled, then leaned down and planted a kiss on my forehead. "Maybe at first, I just pitied her. But now I've truly fallen in love with her. She's wonderful, and she's worth it." The system reminded him again that even a fate exchange required points to execute, and they were currently short on points. So Freddie made a painful decision. He would start earning points from my Heartbreak Level. After my confession, he began to torment me emotionally. He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound.