N E Heartbreak Novels & Stories

Marriage wasn’t something I believed in after I saw what happened between my parents, but Neriah redefined everything. When it’s her turn, she speaks in that trembling, honest voice that always reaches the deepest parts of me. “I didn’t think my heart could survive everything I went through,” she says quietly. “And yet, somehow, it did because it found you. You were there when I was broken, saving me every single time I was at the brink of death. You didn’t fix me...." She laughs softly, "You held me and that was enough to make my broken heart fall for you."

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

Why should I have tied myself down so early in life? By my sophomore year, a few old high school friends came to visit us in Massachusetts. That was the first time in years I heard anything about Ethan. One of them mentioned that Ethan had broken up with Sylvia not long after starting college. Apparently, he'd had a few more short-lived relationships since then. "You wouldn’t even recognize him now. He’s got that real Don vibe going on," they said with a chuckle. I just smiled, feeling oddly detached. Hearing his name no longer stirred anything in me.

Lady Nicole said in anger. Just three days here and I have managed to piss off the daughter of an Alpha, what is it about me that attracts trouble?! Just three days at this job and Lady Nicole and her pack of mean maids already hate me. AMBER’S POINT OF VIEW I did not know that a heartbroke can hurt this much… I did not know that being broken hearted can sting this much…until now. It feels like a mix of emotions, there is of course sadness, that deep dark emotion that makes my eyes water with tears every single time, I just cry every time and it’s like I cannot help it, it feels like I cannot stop the tears from falling.

Heartbreak is a feeling that makes you want to rip your own heart out so your heart can’t feel the pain anymore. Almost everybody is going to go through it at least once. If you are able to avoid it your entire life, then consider yourself luxury. It can be either a breakup, a death, or any other real disappointment in life that is just too unbearable for the heart you have to handle.It leaves you with a ton of questions, depending on the root of the pain. You're wondering if you will ever be able to move on from that person who hurt you. The one that ripped your heart out. The one who you wanted so desperately even though you knew it wouldn’t work, and happiness from it would always be out

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

The once inseparable duo was embarking on separate paths, one nursing a broken heart while the other was blissfully exploring newfound love. Jane's first heartbreak was an introspective journey, a painful voyage into the depths of her heart. It was a testament to her unspoken love for Mike, a melancholic symphony of her high school years. The journey was a heartbreaking yet pivotal chapter in Jane's life, propelling her towards an uncertain future, nudging her out of her comfort zone. Amid the heartache and unrequited love, Jane was slowly finding her strength, her voice, and her path.

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

The cologne Ethan used to borrow without asking was missing. “No…” He gripped the edge of the dresser, his breath catching in his throat. This wasn’t just a moment of space. Nathan had left. Without a word. Without a goodbye. Without a fight. Ethan’s legs gave out and he sank to the floor, his back against the wall, his chest heaving like it couldn’t decide whether to sob or scream. All around him, the silence roared. This was what heartbreak sounded like. Not yelling. Not violence. Just… the sound of someone not coming back.