Heartbreaker Anime Novels & Stories

She said and smiled a bit . "It's fine . Sleep well" . Raymond said and took out his blanket and covered himself . He closed his eyes off and pretended to sleep while his mind was busy re-processing what had happened a couple of minutes back . His heart was racing and his ears were burning up . His mind was wandering off and he couldn't wipe off her image from his head . He let out a gasp of air and tried to calm himself . Akira slipped into the warm embrace of the blanket . She wasn't able to understand how a stranger could be so caring and comforting but the one person upon whom she showered all her love and attention, stabbed her in the back so mercilessly . The bitter memories started li

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

Each time I closed my eyes, I was seeing the ring of stones. The odd figures standing outside of it. The reaction the forest had when it felt me coming. And the words that kept echoing in my mind. She is the Blood Heir. I tried not to think about it. No matter what meaning those words held, I couldn’t let myself dwell on them. There were other issues to deal with first. I stepped into the training yard as Garrick addressed some of his warriors. His gaze met mine. “Ana.” he called. I stopped. "Head Warrior." I answered.

Lady Nicole said in anger. Just three days here and I have managed to piss off the daughter of an Alpha, what is it about me that attracts trouble?! Just three days at this job and Lady Nicole and her pack of mean maids already hate me. AMBER’S POINT OF VIEW I did not know that a heartbroke can hurt this much… I did not know that being broken hearted can sting this much…until now. It feels like a mix of emotions, there is of course sadness, that deep dark emotion that makes my eyes water with tears every single time, I just cry every time and it’s like I cannot help it, it feels like I cannot stop the tears from falling.

I wish I were the girl in the video, being saved by two muscular hunks! [Honestly, even if I just choked on a bit of water, I’d be willing to get hurt for those handsome guys!] [I always thought a love triangle with three people would feel crowded, but now it seems just right!] Megan even chimed in with her own comment: [Oh you guys have got it all mixed up! I’m just their little sister, but my brothers treat me so well, don’t they? As a foster sister, I don’t know how I’ll ever repay them.]

She had to keep it safe so that he didn’t accuse her of being the pervert. [Will you protect me? -B] [Probably not. -I] [Heartless woman. That hurt. -B] [The truth always does. -I] [Oh, we’ll see about that.] Irene sighed.

he asked back, holding back his anger. She nodded her head with her heart crying. He gripped her face, making her look into his eyes with anger burning within him. “Don't you have a heart?! I love you with all my heart and you have broken my heart into small pieces. I am willing to forgive you even though your father killed my father. I will forgive what you did as long as you will come back to me. But you don't care about that at all,” he said in deep voice. “You played with my heart just to save your lover's life!!!”

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

Steady. For a moment, I let myself imagine that maybe I could belong here—not fully, not yet—but enough to stay. Not as someone broken, not as someone scared, but as me. Someone who had survived, who was learning to trust again, even if just a little. Blake’s eyes caught mine across the room, sharp and unreadable. My stomach flipped. He didn’t smile. Didn’t nod. Just held my gaze for a long moment, like he was measuring something, weighing it, deciding. And then, finally, he turned away, moving toward another group of men, issuing a command.

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin