Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel Novels & Stories

Slowly, memory began to resurface through the lingering fog of his fever. He remembered the icy comfort of her cool palm pressing against his forehead. He remembered the quiet, firm authority in her voice when she stripped him of his active roster status. He remembered the soft scent of vanilla and amber hovering over him as she wiped the sweat from his neck, and the gentle, rhythmic drag of her small fingers through his damp hair when his fever peaked. And then, like a physical blow straight to his chest, the blurred, raw memory of the late night hit him.

“I’m furious enough to burn his whole kingdom to the ground for free.” For the first time since I walked in, Remy blinked. “You didn’t know that,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “You thought this was about money. About your daddy’s will. You thought you were hiring a woman scorned.” I sat back down, slow, deliberate. Crossed my legs. Picked up the pen he’d left beside the contract. “I’m not scorned, Remy. I’m scorched. There’s a difference.” I clicked the pen at once.

Is much better than dying in the hands of the people I trusted most. My hope is destroyed. Faith is shattered. Love is forgotten. Patience is gone. All that is left is a single corner of my heart to complete the mission..... Because after all this, self-respect is not gone. I have to take vengeance. For him. For us. I promised him...... I won't break it like ever. *abusive content over*

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

"Behind every sweet smile, there is a bitter sadness that no one can ever see and feel."- Tupac Shakur Faiths POV Three years since that incident. The incident where I lost my so called love The incident that changed my life The incident where I lost myself *Flashback* (This was after she received the news of her miscarriage) I woke up feeling sore again and I forgot where I am till I looked around. Soon all the memories came back. Andrew in bed with Natasha naked. Andrew calling all sorts of name.Woke up in a hospital. Doctor telling me I lost my baby and me having a mental breakdown.

I wanted to live our relationship but he ruined everything and now no matter what nothing will be fixed ever again . After my heart broke I bled an ocean through my eyes. My soul felt wafer thin. My body trembled and chilled. Yet even this magnitude of grief passes. And while it does, we learn more about pain than we ever wanted to know. Then we remember it. Broken hearted is not a destination, yet a difficult road that often appears at the feet, that must be walked in order to get to a better future. We can pad our shoes with good memories to absorb the shock, or let our soles feel the full pain of this change in terrain. At times we alternate between the two. As the days become months and

Getting out of the bed I laid as fast as I could, with every burning fear inside me I shifted my eyes back at the room, before finally tracing it down to exactly what I was wearing. "Big long top, this is not fucking mine" My mind screaming out, as fast as I realized that fact was as fast as my heart for the second time today leaped right into my mouth. My heart racing awfully fast, yet again I tried so hard to remember a thing even if it was just a flash of memory of what the fuck that might have happened, but yet again no matter how I tried, everything every fucking single thing kept on becoming vain. My memories tracing back to the way he broke me completely as he wrapped his hands awfull

I used to have a playful, sweet son, Shawn Sorensen. But now, his skin looked pale and puffy from being underwater for too long. The blood on the severed half of his hand had dried up a long time ago, but it would never heal. People kept telling me to cry and get my pain out, but I didn't. I quietly handled everything for Shawn before placing him in the cold coffin. That was when I got a call from Zach Sorensen.

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

I felt secured with him by my side, and our bodies in close proximity. He had gone through a lot, even with power, money and everything one can only dream of, he was still a broken man with various scars on his shoulders and back. It was the proof of the difficulties he had gone through to be where he is right now, yet even with his status, his wound in his heart kept getting bigger. Shattered memories are more painful than not having any memories at all, because with small shards, you can see the reflection of yourself in a piece, but never as a whole.