Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel Novels & Stories

Everyone in the pack thought I was a gold digger. I was an outsider wolf with no family, yet Alpha Adrian had chosen me as his mate. His parents, friends, and even the elders insisted I wanted only his fortune and the title of Luna. Adrian alone believed me. Then, on the night of our mating ceremony, I asked him to lend me three hundred thousand dollars. From that night on, he was convinced I was vain and greedy, that the only thing I loved about him was the wealth he possessed as Alpha. When I begged him to attend my father's funeral, he sent me money. Six months ago, when I was diagnosed with wolfsoul degeneration, he believed I was just looking for an excuse to get money. The last time h

All I needed to do was grab a taxi to the hotel. My legs failed before I got to the street. The concrete bit into my jeans, making my knees sting. My heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces. He didn’t hate me. He didn’t choose his dream or his old life over me. He didn’t think they were better. He didn’t decide he could do better. I couldn’t hate him over this. I couldn’t fucking hate him. I couldn’t forget it. I couldn’t move on. Because he didn’t remember. He never remembered me. Our time. All of it. The whirlwind, the promises, the adoration, the love. I was the only one who held it. The half of a heart and soul that was left of me screamed in pain. It was as though it all n

It's still there locked up in my safe, I could not do it, I could not throw it away, I could not crush it. I could only look at it remembering the good days, Remembering the painful memories. How my world broke apart, how the only thing that was a source of light left, how it perished. How she Left me in the Time I both needed her. And I was so broken, could not reach out for her, and I had to struggle to get to this point, to get to this heights. I'd given up those years. Given up those painful memories. I'd forgotten everything.

I say before quickly running upstairs to my room. When I finally found myself to be alone I immediately lock the door behind me before breaking down into tears. I couldn't comprehend what I was feeling in the moment. This feeling was overwhelming and completely foreign so I don’t even know how to deal with it properly. I’ve never had anything like this happen to me. I’ve never been talked to in that manner before. I’ve never been treated like this by a man before. Fresh tears continued to replace the old ones as I try to process my thoughts. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop crying. I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

She didn't bother to replace the dirty one with a new one. When she returned, Erin handed her the damaged ice cream without saying a word about why a chunk was missing. At that time, given the Locket family's financial status, buying not just one but a thousand, even ten thousand ice creams, would have been no issue at all. Yet, she simply didn't replace it. It was at that moment that she became acutely aware—Erin's feelings for her had long since changed. She would also never forget the look on young Wynn's face as she watched her hold that tainted ice cream—so full of malice.

Winnie covered her face and asked in agony, "Do you hate me so much? You... you wouldn't even leave me a single word." Just then, the assistant came running in again. "Ms. Lowe, we have an issue! The police are here. They want to investigate you for stealing a donor heart and wasting resources. And... a passing car recorded Mr. Morgan's death... Now, the netizens are cursing us." Winnie was quiet, feeling only a slight sense of dizziness while her ears buzzed. Her heart ached intensely just as Klose’s once had. She clutched her chest tightly, and then she passed out after a moment of dizziness.

--- But none of it scared him as much as the look in Cathy’s eyes that morning. The fragile hope. The terror of trusting him again. --- Because losing her twice? He would not survive it. --- And somewhere else, Vanessa began the slow, painful work of turning love into memory. But heartbreak had a strange habit. It rarely left quietly. --- The morning after choosing had begun. And already the price was rising.

The sound of my name in her voice shattered something inside me. Not because it was unfamiliar. Because it wasn't. Memory rushed back with devastating clarity. Childhood mornings. Bedtime stories. Family holidays. Countless ordinary moments that grief had preserved in perfect detail. I had spent years trying to remember the exact sound of her voice. Now it stood in front of me like a ghost made flesh. I didn't move toward her. She didn't move toward me. The distance between us remained small physically. Emotionally, it felt impossible to measure. "You look like your father," she whispered.