Heartbreak Novels Novels & Stories

_________ Alec Heartbreak. Sadness. Cold. Torn. Pain. Regret. For the first time in my life…I think I’m experiencing true heartbreak and let me tell you, it feels like I’m having a heart attack. It felt like sh*t. The pain was too much. The second I stepped away from her apartment, I was disappointed in myself. I felt an emptiness. Could it be that this is how some girls felt after I ignored them once I had a taste of them? Is this karma coming back to me after using and hurting those girls? I used, discarded, and ignored them.

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

Selina, who had planned to properly settle accounts with him, found herself melting in his tender affection. Her hands, originally pressed against his chest, somehow found their way around his neck. She was like a peach blossom petal beaten down by rain, falling into rapid waters, powerless to resist, only able to drift with the current. After a careful yet passionate encounter, Selina lay in David's arms, feeling completely drained. Her delicate hand rested on his lean abdomen. There, crisscrossing scars overlapped, old wounds layered with new ones. Though healed, Selina couldn't help feeling heartache.

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."

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

As if I’m something that can be unremembered. I draw in a shaky breath, wipe my face, and push myself up. I don’t know where I’m going. I just start walking. The house feels too tight. Too cold. My heart aches too much to stay. They all say the same thing in the end—love, forever, stay with me. But they all leave. They all shatter me. I walk into the night. The streets are quiet. A breeze brushes against my skin, but I don’t feel it. Inside me, something burns. My chest, my eyes, my soul. Like my whole existence is written to never know peace. Never know what it means to be truly wanted.

I’d picked him over her, like a fool. And when it all fell apart—when Bruno proved her right in the cruelest way possible—I went crawling back. She didn’t take me in. She turned me away. That rejection had cut deeper than Bruno’s betrayal. Because losing a boy was one thing. Losing your best friend? That was losing a part of yourself. Which is why my heart nearly stopped when I heard the voice behind me. “Well, if it isn’t Nova Ashton.” I froze. For a heartbeat, I thought I’d imagined it. That my mind had finally decided to torment me by conjuring her voice out of thin air.

Neither realized that sometimes, heartbreak isn’t caused by lies it’s caused by stories told too soon, and truths told too late. The world slept. But between them, the ache stayed awake breathing, waiting, aching for something beyond forgiveness.

That same day, I packed my bags and moved into a hotel near the office. The next morning, I went to work like usual, forcing myself to pretend nothing had happened. But that night, every time I closed my eyes, all I could see were the sweet moments we'd shared over the years. I really was pathetic. She'd cheated on me, yet I still couldn't let her go. Just as I was tossing and turning, a message from Erin popped up on my phone. I opened it, and my blood pressure shot through the roof. It felt like a fire had been lit in my chest, hot enough to make me explode.

Andien wasn't even sure she had a reason to. "I'm worried about being tempted and hurt again, Hanna," Andien replied, provoking a grin from Hanna. "Do you still love him?" Hanna asked curiously. "Kenan is not an ordinary man. Who couldn't be attracted to him and fall in love with him? I'm certainly not immune to his charms. I'm afraid it's not Kenan I can conquer, it's me who gets hurt again," Andien replied weakly. "What are you going to do then?"