Ne Heartbreak Novels & Stories

Zach looked like he'd been through hell and back, completely miserable. He was the heir to Sorensen Corporation, the golden boy who oozed confidence and charm. But it was like all that had disappeared overnight. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes bloodshot, and dark circles were under them. He looked like he'd just crawled out of a nightmare. Zach's voice was rough as he said, "Celia, I-I don't want a divorce." After a brief silence, he struggled to keep going. "I-I'll take responsibility for what happened with Shawn… and also for the unborn baby…"

“Goodnight, Em.” As I walked away, I felt his gaze on me. My heart was a mess of guilt and gratitude, love and confusion. And for the first time, I wondered if Alex wasn’t the only one I was breaking.

Selina stood before Nestor, her hand raised, looking up at him. The golden mask cast a cold light under the lamp, but the dark eyes beneath it, like an unmeltable ink pool, flowed with endless sadness. Their eyes met; neither spoke. "Nestor, I'm willing to be your friend," Selina said softly. Nestor's expression turned complex. "They say people who have loved each other can't be friends after they break up." Selina, whose mood had been dampened by Nestor's emotions, suddenly laughed.

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

Tippa thought. “And I heard him say he felt the same way about me. Did he? Was that a missed opportunity? I was just too embarrassed at my actions to hear anything he said last night. I must be so sexually frustrated.” Tippa squeezed her eyes shut tight. But whenever she tried to deny her feelings, her heart would pound like crazy. Is this the end or the beginning of something new? “Should I be tough on him? Or should I just follow my heart? God help me, I don’t know what to do! Life is so short. I almost died. I have to think about this carefully. Follow your heart, Tippa is what the little voice inside my head is telling me.’ *****

But our silence was the indication of our destruction. It is the proof of, how messed up we are. *** Hello pretty readers! I love all of you so much, because of you people "Heartbreaker wife" got featured on the weekly dashboard. Thank you so much. Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

"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

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,

I whisper to myself in pain I feel my heart breaking into pieces,I'll never heal from this pain Katerina is dead and it's all my fault.... . .

Tom asked without stopping his pace. "Andreas knows. And I need your support, Tom. You were the first person to help me before I even knew who I was," Andien said reasonably. "I can't believe you don't have a male friend to work with," Tom grumbled. "I don't know any other men. My first man was Kenan, but he broke my heart," Andien replied quietly. "Are you serious?" "I am serious." "Why do you want to break up with Kenan and get involved with me?" Tom asked, demanding Andien's honesty.