Heartbreaking Short Stories Novels & Stories

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

The most beautiful heart is one that still loves, even when it bleeds, especially after it has been broken into a thousand pieces. - Unknown ********** Sakshi hugged her sister tightly . They are each other's backbone . Sakshi kissed Advika's forehead .Soon they went out of their room without making any sound . But today Advika's luck was really bad. In the morning she wasn't feeling well and now they got caught by her uncle . He was the person whom she last wanted to see now .

" She remained silent. Jenny instantly slapped a hand on her mouth, whispering. "Oh, sorry. I forgot— Less stress, right? We chill?" She nodded wearily as a reassurance. Her heart ached. Orbs subconsciously landed at the window, looking outside. Maybe, it was Miguel's new lover. She now fully grasped why he spat those hurtful words as if he didn't care. Any remnants of love for her in his heart was devoid. Nowhere to be seen. He had promised someone else of his love. She wouldn't be that someone who would hear those sweet melting words of his. It had

"When two people really love each other, and then one of them, could be the boy or the girl. Love someone new, or leaves the first person he was with, for another girl. The first girl would be sad, and hurt. Or if someone dies in a family, and the members cry, and start feeling sad and hurt, you can say they are heartbroken." I explained in as quick as I could, in the weirdest way as possible. And her eyes dilated in amazement at this. "So if you take me back to where you found me, I am definitely going to cry because I would be sad. And then hurt that you left me. So I can call that an heartbreak, yeah?"

The tears flowed freely, staining my cheeks with their salty remnants as my heart cried out in the silence of my apartment. I felt the ache deep within my chest, a searing pain that seemed to radiate through every fiber of my being. It was a heartbreak that went beyond the realm of lost love or shattered dreams. It was a soul-deep ache, an emptiness that threatened to engulf me in its all-consuming darkness.

But our silence was the indication of our destruction. It is the proof of, how messed up we are. *** Hello pretty readers! I love all of you so much, because of you people "Heartbreaker wife" got featured on the weekly dashboard. Thank you so much. Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

How can she throw away everything we ever had as if I never loved her more than life itself? I loved you, Jessica. Sadness quickly replaces my anger as the thought runs through my head. She was the only woman I loved besides my mom and she betrayed me. The dark classroom where I'm sitting seems to swirl into an abyss as my dark thoughts start taking over. Jessica is marrying someone else like we meant nothing. The revelation shakes my core. All this time, was she just faking it? The sound of the door opening and closing brings me out of my thoughts and I remain still as the silhouettes of two girls come into view.

The door slams in my face. My knees give out on me, and I sink to the ground. I place my hand over my aching heart and stare at Jacob's front door. Did that really happen? If this is a nightmare, I want to wake up now. This is too much for my fragile heart to bear. I can't believe Jacob doesn't love me. It was all a lie. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I cry my heart out right there in the hallway. My heart is so broken, I don't know how I'll ever piece it back together.

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

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