Heartbroke Book Novels & Stories

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.

🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀 My heart felt like it had been shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a shard of glass. The pain was overwhelming, a crushing weight that threatened to consume me. I felt empty, and hollow, like a part of me had been ripped away. Every breath I took felt like a struggle, every beat of my heart a reminder that the person I love would never love me back. My heart was broken, extremely broken, and I didn't know how to put it back together again. All I could do was hold on to the fragments, and hope that someday, somehow, I would find a way to heal.

Composed. A burn started in my chest. One that ached and consumed. It was full of bitterness and anger. I suddenly knew why I hated it. My decision--my choice--had caused this. Such a familiar feeling. Weakness. I was once again a weakness. The burn in my chest calmed. But—oh, did it simmer. I wasn’t the same girl who jumped. But maybe I was still the one who broke him. And I didn’t know how to fix either of us.

How could everything be taken away from me just when I finally felt whole? A broken wail escaped Amaris as she clutched the book to her chest, her body curling over it as if she could somehow hold onto the life that had been stolen from her. Her sobs grew louder, raw and unrestrained, filling the emptiness of her room with the sound of her heartbreak. Each breath came in jagged gasps, as if the sorrow itself were too heavy to bear, pressing down on her until she could barely breathe.

Brianna was out of the picture and it was just the two of us just like old times before we allowed life to get so complicated. My breath became labored and I was having trouble breathing. I felt a pain in my chest, unlike anything that I had felt before. At first, I was worried that I was getting a heart attack then I realized that the pain that I was feeling wasn’t physical. It went far beyond that. My heart was breaking. It was literally torn apart because I was losing Caleb all over again. my heart was breaking for a boy who I was starting to realize would never love me back the way that I loved him.

Brave I perceived a knife stabbed unswerving into my chest. The pointed tip of the knife landed through the skin of my heart. I am certain that very moment my heart does not wish to continue. Damn, my heart breaks. Oh man it is very painful. My heart is pounding very weak. It feels like my heart admits defeat and does not want to fight anymore. I couldn’t stop crying.

Zara pov I always thought heartbreak would be loud.That it would crash into me like thunder screaming, violent, impossible to ignore. I was wrong.Heartbreak was quiet It sat in my chest, heavy and unmoving, stealing my breath one slow second at a time. I stood in front of Alpha’s desk, my hands clenched tightly at my sides, nails biting into my palms as if pain there might distract me from the ache spreading through my chest. His office smelled like pine, smoke, and something darker that always made my knees weak. It had always been my favorite place in the packhouse until today.

Their faces were a mixture of shock and surprise, never expecting to look up to find me watching them f**k. As I stood there, my eyes locked on their form, horror coursed through my veins. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the sight of Devin's naked body intertwined with that of the other woman. It was an image that seared into my mind, etching pain and betrayal deep into my heart. My heart felt like it was being ripped apart, each beat causing excruciating pain. A loud sob escaped my lips, the sound a raw manifestation of the fire burning in my chest, reducing me to ashes. Was this what heartbreak felt like? I never imagined it could be so agonizing.

Chapter 7 Cleo Nothing hurts more than a broken heart . A broken heart that has not healed properly is like a scar that hasn't healed properly . On the surface everything looks standard; however when you go deeper you are still blue and black from the blow that you sufferd at the hands of the one who swore love , protection, and stability. If dealt with sooner the scar can heal if not it can rott and cause major problems. Imagine baking a cake that flops. Proper healing happens from the inside out. When you nurse your broken heart too long thinking that you're okay you end up discovering that the damage is worse than initially thought and its somehow spread to your soul. So not only are you

He was sick! He started pulling Amy on her hair and placing her back on her chair. She looked at me, but there was nothing. Her eyes were empty. I felt heartbroken seeing her like this knowing it was because of me. He looks back up at me and smirks. "Feel anything yet, mate? Do you feel pain, heartbroken, helpless, broken?" "You've made your point...tell me what you want. Just don't touch Amy again," I said softly.