Heartbreak Romance Books Novels & Stories

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.

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

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

He took a slow sip from the glass and set it back on the bar. Every trace of amusement fled from his countenance, leaving dark and unreadable… and undeniably hot. His voice came out surprisingly gentle and warm. “I heard about the break up.” The word ‘breakup’ barely left his mouth before my chest tightened. Two days wasn’t enough time for the ache to dull, not when it was his younger brother who left me standing there like a fool. I hated that Adrian knew—hated that his dark eyes softened like pity belonged anywhere near me.

Lena smiled a fraction wider—and it hit him like a body blow. God, he was miserable. As she swept them across at the checkout, Julian prowled the aisles back and forth, his fingers dancing over the spines but not really looking. He stood in front of the poetry aisle. A hand-scrawled notice taped to the shelf read: *"'For broken hearts and brave souls.'*" Julian snorted under his breath. *Broken* was weakness. *Bravery* was folly. But still, his hand closed over a slim book without deliberation.

I grabbed the untouched cup of half-hot coffee before he could react and poured it straight over him. The café went silent for half a heartbeat—then chaos. Chairs scraped. Gasps cut through the air. I felt eyes snap onto us from every direction. “Shit, Lucy… what the hell is the meaning of this?” he shot up, coffee dripping from his shirt as he stared down at himself in shock. “That’s for breaking my heart.” I didn’t give him time to recover. The paper cup flew out of my hand and hit his face with a wet smack. “And that’s for being a sonuvabitch.”

“You made it easy.” Silence. Only the hum of the city outside filled the room. He looked at her, really looked, as if trying to find traces of the girl he once loved. But that girl was gone. In her place stood a woman who had learned that even broken hearts can be rebuilt with a little fire. “I heard you started your own company,” Adrian said finally, his tone low. “And now you’re proposing a partnership?” “That’s right,” she said, sliding a file across his desk. “Your new expansion needs what my firm offers. I thought it was time our paths crossed again.”

Ava's POV The second the lobby door bangs shut behind us, the storm outside fades into background noise. All I hear is my own heartbeat and the wet click of Liam’s boots on the marble. Snowflakes melt in his hair, dripping down the collar of his coat, and the cold on his skin makes the heat of his mouth feel like a brand when he slams me back against the reception desk. “Been hard for you since the second I walked in, Ava,” he rasps, breath peppermint-sweet and filthy.

"Mia, I'm sorry if I'm hurting your feelings. I mistakenly believed that there was love between us when there was only infatuation. I thought we were in love because you were the only girl who caught my attention after Sofia. However, now that Sofia has returned, I realised we weren't in love because I still love her. Mia, I don't even want to hurt you; all I want is to be with her once again and finish the unfinished chapter of our love story. What should I do?" I was listening to him while standing like a lifeless body in front of him, my gaze glued to the floor. It was like a nightmare, the person I loved was in love with someone else. I just couldn’t believe that his love for me was a mi

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