N E Heartbreak Novels & Stories

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."

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.

With my fists wrapped in tape wraps, I went to work on the punching bag, hitting and grunting, hoping that I could work out all my frustration and the calories before Dad returned. ** I turned my headset on and scrolled through my phone for the perfect playlist. Contrary to everything that happened in school earlier, my disappointment with Theo, Kendall’s threat and Leo and Lea’s … well, those two are just plain weird, I wasn’t in the mood to listen to something dark, so I pulled up my Harry Styles playlist and tapped play. Look, don’t call me cheesy. I love Harry Styles, and if you find that weird, then so be it.

I had no answer to her question. "Will you sulk over your heartbreak like you did with Paula and drink your sorrows away?" She asked. "I don't know to be honest. I just hope I will never fall in love again with anyone. Because I seriously don't want my heart to break again. The pain is real and intense, just knowing that the one person you love is smiling because of another, is shattering." I whispered. "Then how about you invite her to stay with us in the palace?" She asked surprising me.

After a long pause, she spoke in a trembling voice, “Grandma loves you, Nathan. But I can’t force your mother to change her mind. "Before she was your mother, she was first my daughter. "My daughter has been hurt beyond measure by you and your father. Don’t you think I feel heartbroken about it? "When she came back, I was so devastated, and now she’s finally starting to heal. How could I push her back into the abyss? "So, I’m sorry, Nathan. Go back with your father." My mother wiped away her tears and gently pushed Nathan away, turning her back on him and refusing to look at him again.

he asked. “Of course,” she replied with a light shrug. “Why else would I be out here this late?” “Ah,” he said, a dry smile tugging at his lips. “Thought so.” Mira didn’t bat an eyelid. “Lucian figured a little company might help your broken heart.” “What do you mean broken heart? It hasn’t even started yet and you think I have a broken heart?” Noah replied, his smile turning brittle. “It hasn’t started because you didn’t give it a chance to.” She shot back.

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

“So, you hire me as a dancer for his new tour, expect me to get close enough to him to make him fall in love with me, and if somehow it is possible for me to make that happen, I’m just supposed to break his heart? All so he can write and perform better songs?” Monica gives one fervent nod of her head. “Exactly. Heartbreak sells, sweetie. And Nash needs someone to break his heart again so he can connect with his music. It’ll need to be one hell of a broken—” “If he falls in love with me.” A baby cries in the background; it’s shrieking loud and interrupting the hip atmosphere of the restaurant. Monica’s eyes flick to the area where the cries are coming from before bringing her brown-eyed gaze

I once read in a magazine, while getting my hair done on a particular day several months ago, that it had been scientifically suggested and proven that heartbreak felt the same way that physical pain does. "A broken heart is a metaphor for the intense emotional stress or pain that one feels at experiencing a great loss or a great longing." the magazine had read, "Most people have experienced a broken heart, and there are multiple possible causes for it. But whether it comes from a break up with a significant other or the death of a loved one, heartbreak is never easy."

Sitting up, my pulse quickens. Calum wrote me back. My baby replied. I can’t see the content of the email from the notification bar, but the subject is the same as what I’ve been using: Letters to my love. My fingers tremble as I tap on the email. God, please. Just this one thing. But God has forsaken me. What is heartbreak? Heartbreak is nineteen words from the boyfriend you haven’t heard from in over a month. As I reread the content of Calum’s email, I know I’ll never be the same again.