Malakai Heartbreak High Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

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."

If direct entry was impossible, I could force a move, make them react. Maybe make Blake make a mistake. If Aloe was anywhere near him, she would trigger a reaction. Everyone underestimates her because they think she’s weak. They forget that she has her own spine. And she was mine. Always mine. I sank into the chair, phone still in hand, my heart thrumming with cold, precise rage. I would find a crack, a slip, or any weakness. And when I did, Blake Matthew wouldn’t know what hit him. And Aloe… she wouldn’t even have to thank me. She just had to survive until I got her. Until I made her mine again.

"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

Everything is just a fucking lie. Zachary heard his own heart shattering along with the loud crashing of the glass vase he had just thrown against the wall. He felt like his chest was being stabbed repeatedly as he slowly slid down against the wall, burning tears flowing out of his eyes like waterfalls. Each tear stung as it reminded him slowly of each day he and Kathryn had spent together happily. Gripping onto his clothes, Zachary screamed his lover's name once more, feeling his lips and shoulders shake vehemently at the silent whispers of a repeatedly uttered ghost name.

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❤️

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

Justin ran after year cussing himself for exposing her to Austin. He opened the door and looked into the house. He wasn't even sure if she was at home. But then he heard it. A sad yet angry crying scream filled the house. Justin followed the sound to her bedroom door. He wanted to knock but his hand stopped right before hitting the door. Her voice was filled with dispair. She was heartbroken and he could hear it. It made him flinch where he stood as he felt his heart ache as she cried. He wanted to make her feel better but for now, all he could do for her was let her be.

The pain of Malakai’s rejection resurfaced with a vengeance, piercing through the walls she had built around her heart. “I loved you, Malakai,” she whispered through her sobs. “I was truly, deeply, and madly in love with you… and I didn’t need a fucking mate bond either! I gave you all of me—mind, body, and soul… and you broke my heart.”

I turn my attention to Malak, waiting for him to speak. “I’m sorry,” Malak says as he holds his head down. He looks fairly defeated, and I almost feel sorry for him, but not enough to accept his apology right away. He put me and Kain through so much mental trauma that there’s no way I can easily forgive him for all that he has done. “I have deleted the images and won’t go through with the blackmail…” he adds, turning his attention to Kain.