Heartbreak Romance Novels นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.

Hi guys. I hope you are enjoying this book. Just to let you know that this book is actual a sequel. There are three-in-one series about three sisters - Diane, Malvika and Natasha. The first book, 'Unrequited Love' is about Diane and it's been published on Goodnovel. You can check my profile page. 'Broken Hearts' is the second book about Natasha. The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts.

I made a supreme effort, telling him, “I’ll live.” “The Moon Goddess isn’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Who knows, you may find your own fated mate at the North Shore pack ball. Wouldn’t that be something?” I couldn’t answer. The ‘Remus’ effect got me every time, heightening my senses like a blindfold. For our final fling he gagged me, so I knew kissing was out. Was he feeling it, too, the sense of separation? In my case, of desolation. Tears dripped off my chin as he entered me and I pulled against my restraints, going through the motions now. Even though he was tender with me afterwards, it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.

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."

"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?"

If I could meet him again, I will gladly let him rocked his hips against mine. It wasn't my first wild night, frankly, it was one of the many nights I spent going to the club. But it was the first time ever I had sex with a stranger in a club's restroom. I definitely would feel ashamed if I ever get to meet him again, but I wouldn't be ashamed if I get to meet him at the club again. But anywhere else would be a complete disaster, he wouldn't know I was totally heartbroken that night. I don't regret the sex, if I have another chance I would do it over a million more times.

Samantha's heart was broken has she begged Daniel not to do that. She tried kissing him but Daniel pushed her away and said he's just using her so nothing more than that. Daniel left the place angrily while Samantha was crying seriously sitting on the floor. She picks up her small phone and called David that Daniel had broken up with her. David told her to come over to his place right now.

I don’t even know if she’s safe. Why does it feel like my heart’s about to explode? Just when I thought I’d finally found her again—after years of searching—I lose her all over again. Why does loving you feel like losing you? A guttural sound tears from my throat, too broken to be called a cry. I sink to the floor, fists clenched, heart splintering into pieces I no longer know how to hold. All I ever wanted was a life where I get to be with you, Lila. Just to be happy with you. No chaos. No pain.

She wrote of peace, air that no longer strangled her, liberty that ached but cured too. Her words no longer screamed. They breathed finally. And when she'd done, she slammed the notebook shut and wrapped it tight around her. Light burned low, rain a murmur, and in that instant, she knew: The Blackwoods had broken her, yes but here, in this quiet room of shattered walls and frayed curtains, she was piecing herself back together. Piece by precious piece. And despite the pain inside her, despite the fire of passion and love for Harrison that burned like an everlasting flame, she no longer choked.

He was overjoyed to have his love back and always in love with Sofia, and I was nothing to him. "Why does God always do this to me? Why do I never find happiness? I can't imagine my life without him but I have to let him go for his happiness since I have no other choice. Why did I fall in love with him? It was all my fault." I wailed in agony, the pain was killing me from within. My heart was shattered into a million pieces as I imagined him in someone else's embrace and my soul was being torn apart by the thought that he loved someone else. The void in my heart was getting deeper and deeper. I wished this was a nightmare because I desperately needed him back in my life.