Heartbreak Romance Books Novels & Stories

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 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.

Roman froze, his entire body stiffening at my sudden action. I closed my eyes, drowning in the unfamiliar sensation of his lips. Unlike Trevor’s, they felt rough yet warm, carrying a hint of smoky sharpness. I clung to the kiss, desperate, savoring the foreign taste of him as if it could fill the aching void in my heart.

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.

"Please don't take it the wrong way, Mr. Griffith. Wyatt didn't mean anything by it." Hearing my ex-fiancee constantly referring to me as "Mr. Griffith" while making excuses for another man felt a bit strange. Still, I no longer cared. Instead, I comforted her. "Wyatt is just getting started with business matters. Give him some time. He'll adjust." Vivian seemed surprised. Wyatt screamed at me, his expression resentful, "Quit pretending to be the nice guy, Lucian Griffith! I know you're still hung up on Vivian. But her heart belongs to me now!"

She loved her first male friend, her first confidant in this wild new world and now her first heartbreak. It hadn’t even been long, only about four months. Four months of late-night script reads, impulsive drives to Quince, laughing fits during retakes, soft smiles across sets and small gestures that felt too big to forget. That was all it had taken for him to etch himself onto her soul and the cruelest irony was that her heart had chosen its course even as it suspected he belonged to someone else. And now, she was staring at her ceiling, clutching her phone to her chest, repeating to herself like a mantra she wished she believed, “You will get over this. You have to.”

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.

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?"

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.

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.