N E Heartbreak Novels & Stories

But as he steps back, his voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.” Then the mattress rises as he leaves, the soft click of the door the only sound in the quiet room. I sit there, gripping onto myself, forcing my breathing to slow. Only when I’m sure he’s gone do I finally let go. My entire body trembles as the dam inside me breaks. Heaving sobs rip through me, curling me into myself, choking me. I don’t know how long I stay like this—minutes, hours—until a gentle knock at the door pulls me from my anguish.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

I had been hurt too many times before. “Fuck it. I don’t want anything from you,you’ve done enough” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. But I couldn't help it: I was no damsel who needed some guy to come running and fix everything. Not a strange idiot who had literally run me over with his car. "You're just a guy who accidentally ran me over: you don't get to be the hero here. I'm not your damsel in distress, Nathan." His lips twist into a smile - a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "You're something worse than a damsel in distress."

It was a fragile peace they had built, and though love had brought them closer, it was not enough to erase the scars that still lingered. Ethan returned to his office with renewed focus, determined to put the past behind them and ensure that the company could withstand whatever obstacles lay ahead. Blackwood Enterprises had taken a few hits recently, and though he tried to remain optimistic, he couldn’t ignore the nagging feeling that something darker was brewing beneath the surface.

I wish I was more sensible. I take another huge gulp from the champagne bottle, then groan loudly afterwards. I feel like I'm being ripped apart from the inside. Nothing in my entire life has ever hurt this bad. Absolutely nothing. Heartbreak is the worst pain imaginable. I never thought it was but now that I'm feeling it, I know it is. Indigo hates me now. There's no coming back from that. I bet she's going to move on from me sooner than later, leaving me alone in despair.

Dancing With Ours Hand Tied - Taylor Swift 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Again my heart was broken by the owner. And Gerald wasn't trying to explain, and he deliberately left this wound gaping until it finally rotted. Let me take away this heart, which is dead.

The last thing I needed was for Kim to see me like this broken over a man who was never really mine. The biggest kind of heartbreak are the ones you feel when the person wasn’t even yours to begin with. After a while, I heard his footsteps retreat. Alone again, I closed my eyes and whispered into the darkness “Please… just come back to me, Adie.” But deep down, I knew he wouldn’t. Not now

"When two people really love each other, and then one of them, could be the boy or the girl. Love someone new, or leaves the first person he was with, for another girl. The first girl would be sad, and hurt. Or if someone dies in a family, and the members cry, and start feeling sad and hurt, you can say they are heartbroken." I explained in as quick as I could, in the weirdest way as possible. And her eyes dilated in amazement at this. "So if you take me back to where you found me, I am definitely going to cry because I would be sad. And then hurt that you left me. So I can call that an heartbreak, yeah?"

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC

"And by the end he confessed that he loved me and I didn't know how to react to it," I felt numb and a silent observer of my heartbreak. It was as if I could hear the sound of my heart shattering, not unlike the sharp crack of a wooden bat connected with a baseball. But no, it was messier than that. It was more like the relentless pounding of rain from a powerful thunderstorm on a tin roof, each dropping a hammer blow until the surface shattered into billions of tiny fragments. Fragments of my heart that I couldn’t piece back together by myself.