Heartbroke Book Novels & Stories

Adeline's POV The cold walls of the hospital room seemed to press in on me, trapping me in my torment. Every breath was a fight, every cough an omen of the sickness that was devouring me from the inside out. Blood stained the tissues on my bedside table, screaming evidence of my secret. The rain outside was relentless, mirroring the storm in my heart. Blake wasn't here. He never was when I needed him. My chest heaved as I reached for my phone, my trembling fingers too weak to dial his number again.

The pain of loss hit her all at once, overwhelming her. Madeline noticed something was wrong and rushed over in alarm. "What's wrong?" Halsey pressed her hand to her chest, struggling to speak. "I don't know what's happening to me… It hurts here, right in my heart." "Your heart hurts? I'll go get a doctor!" Madeline moved to leave the room. Halsey grabbed Madeline's arm, stopping her. "No, don't go! Don't get a doctor." Madeline looked at her in shock. "Why..."

Just then, a muffled sound came from the room, filled with suppressed pain. "He's about to be overwhelmed by the drug. If you don't go in, he might not make it." Grace still hesitated. I simply stepped aside and pushed her into the room. I gave her no chance to back out and shut the door at once. Not long after, I heard Layson's ragged breathing and Grace's soft moans. Their sounds of passion grew clearer, one after another, like sharp blades slicing into my heart. So, this was what heartbreak felt like. It felt as though I had been hollowed out. I crumpled to the floor right by the door.

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."

Nina’s grip tightened around my heart, and I felt it falter, the rhythmic beating slowing under her grasp. She twisted her hand, and with a sickening crunch, she tore my heart free from my chest. I gasped, blood bubbling up from my throat, spilling from my lips. I could feel the life draining from me, the warmth seeping away as my heart—my very essence—was ripped away. My body convulsed, collapsing to the floor in a pool of blood and gore. Nina held my heart in her hand, watching it beat weakly, the last vestiges of life fading from its surface.

Nineteen year old me didn’t know the heartbreak the man on the other side of the camera would cause me. Little did I know that heartbreak would change my life in many ways. It shaped who I am today, but it also shaped my career. Heartbroken and devastated, I wrote a book heavily inspired by Cade and me. It was cathartic to funnel all of my feelings into a love story that I could actually control. I never could’ve expected thousands and thousands of people to read it around the world.

"I won't make the same mistakes again. I promise you." It seemed like the first time in my life I had seen her cry like this. If this had happened before, maybe I would have cared. But not anymore. I quietly stepped back to put distance between us. My voice was indifferent. "What's done is done. Just sign the divorce papers as soon as possible." Perhaps because I was too cold, Scarlett cried even harder. "No. I won't sign." "Whether you sign or not doesn't matter to me anymore." I pointed to my chest. "This is dead. It won't beat for you again.

"Are you thinking about your mom again? Do not think about it anymore. You have me now. I am your family." I leaned against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each heartbeat pressed into me like a blunt knife, carving a deeper ache inside. I thought, 'He's always so kind and dependable. How could this man be one of the people who killed my mother?' When Caleb abandoned my mother to care for Olivia, Ryan seemed like a savior. He arrived with a doctor in tow, a supposed beacon of hope slicing through the shadows. Now, I understood the truth. That doctor never came to save her; he came to take her heart. This explains why my mother's funeral was so swift.

“You’re not ready, Tori, not by a long way.” “Maybe I never will be,” she said. And I swear my heart broke in two right there and then. In the car on the way back to drop her off at the packhouse I opened up about Phoebe, Naomi’s niece, and how she’d drowned during a blizzard. The suicide note was conveniently accessible on her laptop as everyone knew she had written her password on a post-it note which she kept in her desk drawer. “That was the last time I had to face a grieving relative. I suppose I’ve been fortunate ever since. Travis took it particularly hard.”

"Besh, why? What's going on? Why are you crying?" "Tali... Besh... Tali..." Agatha couldn't speak properly. She’s hyperventilating. "Cole! Get Agatha's inhaler. It's in my office. Quick!" Carmelita shouted. Cole followed her order quickly. Carmelita kneels in front of her friend. "Water, please!" Onin quickly handed out a glass of water. "Besh, please, breathe in, breathe out. Talk to us properly." Agatha was still crying, but she nodded to her friend while wiping away her tears. Brother Morris gave her a box of tissues. The woman took a tissue and used it to wipe away her tears and sneeze on it.