Heartbreak Romance Books Novels & Stories

“You’ve been emotionally hijacked by a lemon tart, and Karissah’s on her third situationship of the year.” I smile. “Okay. I’ll come. But you better buy me a drink.” “Done.” We sit in silence for a second. That warm kind of quiet only real friends can hold. “Thanks for letting me rant,” I say. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to.” “I’m always here,” she says. “Even if you just want to scream about pastry choices and unresolved romantic trauma.” “Why does it still feel like it’s not over?” I whisper. “Why does it feel like the door never actually closed?”

They were her anchor in the storm. Eventually, she'd met someone new—Charles Barrett. A chance encounter turned ally, turned perhaps something more. With his connections and quiet influence, he helped her find treatment and recover. And yet… every day, her thoughts drifted back to Oscar. Charles had always been attentive, always there with the perfect gesture at the perfect moment. She felt flustered by his care, often unsure of how to respond. For the sake of that bright, youthful love she once had, she had turned him down. Not once. Not twice. But six times.

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

“This isn’t a romance novel, Lila. It’s my life. And I don’t want sparks with him. I want him to leave me alone.” But deep down, a small, traitorous part of her wasn’t so sure. Meanwhile, Damien stared out at the skyline from his office, a glass of scotch in hand though the sun was barely past noon. Grace Monroe was dangerous not because she could ruin him, but because she could distract him. And Damien Blackwood didn’t allow distractions. Yet for the first time in years, he didn’t feel like a man in control. He felt like a man on the edge of something he couldn’t quite name.

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.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

Either answer was unbearable. Rain suddenly started pouring from the sky again, and Zane finally pulled back from the kiss. He slowly lifted his head. Just before our eyes could meet, I stumbled backward and ran into the rain. On the way home, I bought myself a birthday cake and held it tightly against my chest. As soon as I got through my front door, I didn't even have the strength to open the box before collapsing to the floor with a thud. The delicate cake was smashed on impact, and with my body burning up and my head dizzy, I couldn't even crawl to my bed.

~Every life has its essence. Every sacrifice has its gain. Every death has its purpose~ Thank you for reaching this far on the story ;) I’d like to introduce my books before HELLBOUND if it’s your first time stumbling upon my work. COMPLETED 1|Devin ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance 2|Don’s Fiancée ~ Mafia Romance 3|Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin-off, but it can be read as standalone]

I spout. She opened her mouth but closed it again and without sparing me another glance she got up on her feet and walked toward her room. I sat on the sofa and rub my forehead as another shattering pain erupted in my head, though my dwellings has calmed to some extent but my throat and head still feel sensitive. But no matter what, I won't let Raina Aaron hurt me again, her eyes, her lips, herself can never break the chains around my heart, I won't let her ruin me again.