Heartbroken Maiden Novels & Stories

I fell asleep to the weight of a decade’s worth of memories, only to be jolted awake by my best friend Ava Trevor’s video call. "Cynthia! Why aren’t you at prom? This is a once-in-a-lifetime thing! Wait, oh my God, Ethan just walked in with Sylvia as his date! They’re kissing in front of everyone, and people are cheering them on! Do they not know Ethan’s supposed to be with you?"

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."

Mateo POV I slam the door to my office and it actually echoes. Stupid. I don’t slam my doors on a normal. And I try not to throw things or lose control. But right now my hands are shaking and it’s not from the board meeting. It’s from her. Dana. Dana Sosa. Sitting outside my office like she never left. Like three years didn’t happen. Like she didn’t walk out of my life leaving an intimate photo of her with my business rival, Ryan Fox in my inbox as proof of her not being faithful.

she is sobbing and wiping her tears “You said you see a lot of monster here, well in your new place there will be none.” “Why aren’t you coming?” her words pained me “I can’t, they only need one kid.” But the truth is no one will ever like a 12-year-old boy like me “You said you will never leave me…” and she started crying again “Sh…I will do that, when you are with them I can still pay you a visit” “Mr. Marcus won’t allow you to get out”

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

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.

His tendons severed and his eyes gouged out, he met his end in endless darkness and agony. To his last breath, he was still muttering my name. Scarlett lost her child and her ability to ever have another. The violent kick had left her with lifelong disabilities. With no family to protect her, she ended up on the streets in the slums of New York, selling the only thing she had left. They say she went mad, telling anyone who would listen that she was once the Donna of the Falcone family. Passersby just thought she was a crazy old woman.

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❤️

After a long pause, she spoke in a trembling voice, “Grandma loves you, Nathan. But I can’t force your mother to change her mind. "Before she was your mother, she was first my daughter. "My daughter has been hurt beyond measure by you and your father. Don’t you think I feel heartbroken about it? "When she came back, I was so devastated, and now she’s finally starting to heal. How could I push her back into the abyss? "So, I’m sorry, Nathan. Go back with your father." My mother wiped away her tears and gently pushed Nathan away, turning her back on him and refusing to look at him again.

My laughter grew, shaking my smoke-choked lungs until I coughed up blood. I staggered to my feet, my vision blurring, and began to dance amidst the flames. My skirt swirled as I surrendered my body and tears to the inferno. The fire devoured everything, reducing my art, my dreams, and my heart to ash. That night, a headline shook the city. [Prodigy artist Gail Maddox perishes in gallery blaze, her body burned beyond recognition.]