N E Heartbreak Novels & Stories

"Sophia, listen carefully. I don't have any feelings left for you. Not love, not even hatred. I just want to have my own life." She stared at me in disbelief, tears forming. "How is that possible? You used to love me so much. How can you not love me anymore?" Suddenly, her gaze fell on the gift box I was holding, and her expression darkened instantly. "You found someone new, didn't you? "That's why you're rejecting me. You threw away my gift, but you accepted someone else's gift?" Although it was merely a corporate gift from the company, I decided to play along. "Yes, I did. Will you leave now?"

Heartbreak usually comes in different ways. Sometimes, it’s you holding your heart out as it is gushing out with hot tears that is as thick as blood. Sometimes, it is you hurting inside without having enough words to speak outside. All just because everything hurts inside. It was not merry. It was nothing too far, too close. But I just wanted to get away. I was not heartbroken. At least not yet, but I could not say the same for the man I was staring at. The same man I had been staring at for two minutes, which had felt like the first two hours of my first life.

Heartbreak. Cerise didn't realize that's what she's feeling at this moment. Tears stream down her face. Her stomach in twists, head buzzing and ears ringing. Her heart hurts so much and she can't seem to find a way to stop it. She forgets everything else but the pain, falling into a desperate, depressive state.

Kenan shook his head and then began to speak, "I didn't even come to her office and just told my assistant to get Andien to come to my office." "Andien is an ordinary employee and it makes no sense for you to give her the job directly. You're a seasoned businessman who should know what's reasonable or not," Mark said. Every sentence Mark said made Kenan even more frustrated. "What should I do?" "Right now you're approaching Andien out of revenge. Why don't you use your heart to attract Andien?" Mark suggested. "Heart?" Kenan laughed loudly. He might be able to use his heart for someone he loved, but until now he had never had anyone worth giving his heart to. Even making love with the woman

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

They no longer felt human emotions. I couldn't tell if Magnus' treatment of me came from fear of the drug inside him, or from some genuine desire to care for me. How did I become so hesitant, so unsure of myself? Maybe it was because I had never really known love. When I was young, Anya had been gravely ill. My parents poured every bit of their hearts into her, and to them, I was just the extra, the one they could overlook. Perhaps that was why, later, I gave my whole heart to Victor just for the smallest bit of kindness. And now with Magnus, love was still my greatest weakness.

Up in the glass box, Eve’s monitor flashed a critical warning. **HEART RATE: 202 BPM.** Terry didn't just feel the insult; he felt the universe tilt on its axis. It wasn't the attack on his hockey career. It wasn't the cheap shots to his knee. It was the vile, calculated desecration of Eve—the woman who had bared her soul to him in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse, the brilliant, fiercely independent mind reduced to a corporate pawn by men who didn't deserve to speak her name.

Brandy's POV: Quietly, I sat down on a rock balancing on the very edge of the pond, wobbling between falling in, and not. Either way, I wouldn't care. If it fell in or not, it didn't matter. All I was concerned about was the horrible metaphysical pain tearing me apart inside. The thing about heartbreak is it doesn't hurt physically, but it's unbearably agonizing emotionally. It took a seriously strong person not to be affected by the excruciating pain in your heart. "Get up from there," an affectionate voice said from above me, "you might fall."

I made a supreme effort, telling him, “I’ll live.” “The Moon Goddess isn’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Who knows, you may find your own fated mate at the North Shore pack ball. Wouldn’t that be something?” I couldn’t answer. The ‘Remus’ effect got me every time, heightening my senses like a blindfold. For our final fling he gagged me, so I knew kissing was out. Was he feeling it, too, the sense of separation? In my case, of desolation. Tears dripped off my chin as he entered me and I pulled against my restraints, going through the motions now. Even though he was tender with me afterwards, it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.

His heart were shattered into a million pieces. Daniel's heart was heavy and throbbing. He hated the pain he felt. He had never felt this heartbroken about anything. The last time he was heartbroken was when his mother had refused to get him the latest Nike air force shoe when he sixteen because he had done poorly in his math test. He as hurt and heartbroken that day but it was completely different now because it hurt more. He didn't loose a pair of Nike air force but this time he lad lost the most beautiful and perfect woman in the whole universe. It felt as if he had fallen into a cactus, and his heart had been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. It stung at first, but now it fe