My Broken Love Story Novels & Stories

I had already lost my heart, it just a still piece of beating organ placed in my chest, it is broken, not completely free of emotion of affection and love but is trying hard to forget it's past and tormenting reality; the present. "I don't love you. I could not marry you. Why are you not understanding this Allen? We can't be married. How could you like me, even if you did like me, I am broken and miserable, my heart is badly bruised and it won't accept love and affection, it is scared of these sacred emotions. By talking about all this you are just tormenting me more."

I replied, taking him in my mouth, a sweet and gentle kiss, that was a reminder of our unbreakable bond. This was the story of a broken half American boy, and a lost American lady falling in love, proof that even broken crayons, still made beautiful colours….

He's not the powerless boy who ran away anymore. And Nova? She's about to discover that some melodies are worth breaking everything for. **But when loving someone could get them killed, how far will she go to protect the man who once shattered her heart?** *One Grammy. Two men. Three broken hearts.* **Some love stories don't end—they explode.** POV: Nova The Grammy statue felt heavier than I expected.

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

Love. Twisted, broken love. The kind that could destroy everything.

“He loved another woman. Her name is Clara. He told me I was boring, ordinary, that I had nothing left to give him. I gave him everything, Damian! We started with nothing, remember? I worked two jobs when we were first married just to help us save money. I cooked every meal, cleaned every corner, put his needs before mine every single day for three years! I loved him more than I loved myself. And he threw me away like I was trash, just because he found someone new and exciting.” I covered my face with my hands, sobbing softly, letting out all the pain I had been carrying inside for weeks. I expected him to feel awkward, or uncomfortable, or to say something generic like “I’m sorry”, but inst

It dated back to their grandmothers' generation. Back then, Wynn's grandmother, Dorothy, and Celeste's grandmother, Betty, had been close friends. However, Dorothy had married poorly and lived in hardship. Betty had often supported her financially. Later, Lilian and Isabelle had become best friends as well. The Locket and Rodriguez families were of equal status. Harvey and Isabelle had fallen in love freely, and in the beginning, their relationship was strong. But everything changed when Lilian returned after graduating from university. To elevate Lilian's status, Dorothy had ruthlessly severed ties with Betty.

She was surprised to see him here. “Ouch, cupcake, is this your attitude to someone who just saved you. My heart has been broken by you.” Aaron held his chest like he was in pain, his eyes glancing towards Jane like he was seeking her pity. His act made Jane forget that he didn’t reply why he was here.

It took some time but I finally understand our love isn't one to mend you, it's one to break you into a thousand pieces and have the other person put back the pieces, but you're never put together correctly because the pieces are more shattered than last time it's hard to know where they belong, so when fixing each other, you place them where you think they fit and it leaves just enough damage to break into more pieces the next time, and the time after that, until you're broken to specs- Barely visible and unfixable, that's the point we're at now. Both of us are broken beyond repair, we've been broken since before each other but I thought I could mend us, fix us when we saw each other but no

And for once, neither of them said another word. Because some love stories weren’t broken by hate. They were broken by duty.