Heartbreak Romance Novels Novels & Stories

💕 Lady Katherine’s POV 💕 . “What do you mean by his heart has been taken? Don’t you remember? After the death of Lady Alisha,he locked his heart up and the only way to break the spell is by betrothing him to a Lady not a commoner” I reminded the old witch as she chuckled.

Her reply wasn't what I sought for and she knew she failed me so she wasn't surprised when I angrily rose to my feet, heading to my room as tears brimmed my eyes and dropped freely. It all seemed hopeless. The Red Bone Pack were not normal wolves; they were lycans, a special breed created by dark magic. The witches of East Coven had made the first one, a mindless beast whose sole purpose was to protect them from their enemies. When the beast had gone rogue, he had attacked a wolf pack and had been captured, its blood extracted to be experimented on. Their Alpha had tested its blood on several wolves, creating a new breed of demonic wolves. Although they looked like wolves, their transformati

"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!"

But that's how I feel. She seemed relieved by what I said. "Good. This time, let your brain take over, bes. Not just your heart. You'll only get hurt with what you're doing." I couldn't say anything more. She's right, after all. I'm just letting my heart lead the way. I'm not thinking again. Even I want to bang my head against the wall to wake up from whatever I'm doing. "So, what now? Are you two official? Did he finally accept your proposal?" I shook my head in response. And she got angry again. "What? Didn't he kiss you? He still hasn't accepted because you haven't had sex with him?"

and then just like that, she left. She left him alone with his thoughts. With his mind turning inside out. He didn’t know what to do. He felt like screaming, like breaking down in tears, like jumping off a cliff, like just ranting but…but nothing would suffice. Now he finally understood Ryan’s situation. This…this didn’t feel like heartache. Didn’t feel like heartbreak either. No… this pain was different. Maybe it was his fault, you know. Maybe he got way too attached, way too quickly. I mean, he probably should’ve seen this coming. What’d he expect? a fairytale ending with his brother’s ex? Pretty pathetic now that he sieved it through in his mind.

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

“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.

SCARLET After the numerous heartaches in the past, I’d learned to divide the men I was attracted to into two categories. The first category could be described as ‘the dangerous ones.’ They were men that would leave you when they were done. Jax landed into that category. Then, there were ‘the safe ones.’ They were the type of men who wouldn’t expect anything from you and the kind that you wouldn’t get too attached to. However, I didn’t want to put Luke in either of those categories. He was my stepbrother—he was supposed to be out of the picture. He was precisely the man I should avoid.

Chapter 1: My name is Sabita. My name is Sabita. Thirty-two years of age, five feet five inches tall, fair-skinned, and a professor of Mathematics at a reputed college. On paper, it might sound like I have everything a woman could wish for — a decent career, a stable income, and a respectable marriage of five years. But what no one ever tells you is how quiet heartbreak can be. How it doesn't always come with loud arguments or broken dishes. Sometimes, it creeps in silently… like a crack in a glass vase — invisible at first, but deepening with time until it shatters completely.

“I thought you were about to tell me something sweet.“ I rolled my eyes. “Sweet like?“ He asked slowly, titling my chin to face him fully as his lips hover over mine. I bit my lower lips out of instinct, damn Shane is so romantic and gorgeous at the same time I smilled faintly, trying to close the little gab between our lips. “Ah!—No.“ he whispered placing his index finger on my lips. “we gotta treat those wounds first.“ he added. He's going to be the end of me. I love how much he's obligated to my safety…he's my safe space for sure but also annoying. Atleast he was right about onething.I was the match, Clarissa had lit the flame… but now? Now the wildfire had started. And I don't mind at al