Mosaic Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

It might create a freaky image but it is really nice. I place my hand on the side of my heart and feel it beating slowly, barely audible. And even though I can't hear the crack, I can still feel it breaking and maybe it is because when I was with Blake, it felt like our hearts were one. And when we broke up, it felt like I got half of my original heart, a half that was struggling to beat on its own. And maybe that is why I am afraid of kissing him. Because our hearts might intertwine again into one which I cannot afford. I've made a way to live with a cracked heart, I can't go back. I can't let myself fall agai- "Are you okay miss?" A lady wearing the museum's uniform touches my shoulder, sn

Then I hear, “Oh, Mason. Please…ungh, harder.” And my heart shatters to a million tiny, blood tinted pieces.

Mia's hands and feet were horribly scratched from the friction with the dry ground and sharp stones, but the wound was not enough to cause Mia pain. In medicine, there is a syndrome called broken heart syndrome, when a person suddenly suffers from too much stimulation, it will lead to a painful heart spasm. Mia had experienced this before, her heart constricted to the point of difficulty breathing, the sharp pain wanted to tear her little heart from the inside.

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❤️

He pulled a small, blood-soaked velvet box from his pocket and handed it to me. "What you wanted." I opened the box. Inside lay the moonstone pendant. It had been reset with gold filigree by the best artisan in the world. All the cracks had been filled, making it even more brilliant, yet it would forever bear the marks of being broken. "I broke it," he whispered, his voice raspy. "So I pieced it back together. With my own hands." "I understand now. Some things, once they're shattered, they're shattered forever. You can piece them together, but they'll never be whole again. Just a beautiful, broken thing."

he croaked out tears falling from his eyes. "I broke two hearts the night of the rejection Anna's and my true mates, Anna becauseI thought I could give me all of her when I couldn't, and my mates because I shattered her. Not only did I break there hearts, I realized that I broke my heart also I destroyed my heart. My mate is strong becasue she stuck with me untill she couldn't anymore, and once she left me I hated her, when I had no right to hate her, when in reality I should have hated myself. "

My heart was breaking too loudly to hear anything else. I looked at Harper. Then back at Roman. And in that moment, every fragile piece of hope I’d been carrying, Shattered!

she was really annoyed now Tazz looked at her with soft eyes then smiled “Okay, we are here because I wanted a break,” Mahira’s jaw dropped as she glared at him I need a break but... with you, I may just break ...without you, let's break the rules together, instead of letting our hearts break... All Hearts !!

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.