Novel & Cerita Memories Of A Broken Heart Novel

Love, Krystal GoodNovel *** Bad memories are like a parasite; as soon as it grabs hold, it doesn’t let go. It keeps sucking away and away, taking every inch of you until you are nothing...they leave you feeling drained because they take all your blood and energy. That is exactly what last night’s memories have been doing to me. Physically, I was sitting in the assembly hall, while it was thronged. However, mentally I was absent. Who would have not been? Maybe I had gone crazy. But then, at the same time, I could easily feel the grip at my heart. It was as if an intense and strong force held my heart and somehow restrained me from breaking up. Surprises kept on descending upon me but yet I wa

"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.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

Memories of her family's demands, societal expectations, and fear crept in. "Was loyalty worth losing love?" she pondered. Longing and sorrow entwined. Her chest tightened. Fingers instinctively reached for the hidden leather-bound journal. Yellowed pages revealed her truth. "I loved him," she whispered to the night. Tears fell, mingling with forgotten dreams. In the stillness, Adeline confronted her shattered past, lost love, and haunting choices. Six years ago, Adeline stepped into her opulent mansion, drenched in rain, her elegant frame shrouded in misery. Red, puffy eyes betrayed her shattered soul. The hospital's chilling confrontation still resonated.

"I won't be around to look after you anymore. Take care of yourself. Your back acts up when it rains, so remember to apply a hot compress when it happens. You always suffer from migraines too. Don't forget to keep your medication by your bedside…" I replied with a message I had prepared long ago. There was no reply from her for a long while. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the kindness I had once shown her. I didn't think much of it. After getting home and taking a shower, I went straight to bed. When I checked my phone the next morning, I realized that Vivian had sent me a text in the middle of the night. "I was the one who failed you. If I were given a second chance, I'd marry you. But I

“Memories are not stones you pluck from a wall. They are threads in the tapestry of you. Pulling one out… it can make the whole picture unravel in ways you cannot foresee. You may forget the pain, but you will also forget what the pain taught you. You might forget more than just her. You might forget who you are because of her.” “I don’t care,” I growled, the desperation leaking through. “Who I am right now is a liability. A broken man who can’t see straight for the hurt. I need it gone.” She studied me, her gaze seeing past the anger, past the command, right down to the shattered boy underneath. “The heart does not forget on command, Killian. Even if I could bury the memory, the ghost of th

Austen's POV Sleep offered no escape. It was just a gateway to another kind of hell. Every time I closed my eyes, the memories came for me—a flood of torment from two lifetimes. The memories played on a loop, each one a fresh lash of the whip. First life: Evelyn, broken before me, her spirit wolf shattered, barely breathing. "Austen, please, believe me... it was Sera..." And I had pushed her away. "Enough, Evelyn. Sera just wants to belong. Why are you trying to frame her?"

"Because settling isn't in my vocabulary. Your betrayal is like a thorn buried deep in my heart. "Even if it tears me apart, I'd rather dig it out than leave it there, letting it stab me over and over again for the rest of my life. "The moment you couldn't control yourself and chose to cheat…we were already over." I did not look at him again. I turned and walked inside. Only after stepping into the house did I realize, in the chaos earlier, I had grabbed Cedric's hand. I quickly let go. "Sorry… I didn't notice."