Ne Heartbreak Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to lose you.” Sophia felt her heart skip a beat. The walls she had built around herself were crumbling, and she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a kiss filled with uncertainty, with fear, but also with hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find something good in the midst of all the chaos. But just as the kiss deepened, a loud crash echoed through the woods, shattering the moment.

Nereus Anastasia’s name echoed through Frederick’s anguished cries, “Anastasia!” He shook his head slowly, pulling her closer and trying to comfort her even in death. I had never seen him so broken. He was like a child, his grief raw and unfiltered, the final straw that had shattered his composure. His humanity seemed to crack, fragmenting into pieces. “Uh, sorry to break it to you, but there’s no heartbeat.” Her heart had stopped—oh God, her heart!

Betrayal cut through me like a knife, and I couldn't fathom how the people I loved most had inflicted this pain upon me. Is this how heartbreak feels? The door to my room creaked open, and I looked up through tear-blurred vision to see my friends, Maurice, Andrea, Freya, and Cherry, entering one by one. Their faces mirrored the sadness in my heart, and they gathered around me, placing their hands on me. “Oh My God, I'm so sorry Hannah,” Andrea whispered, “This is so terrible, and I understand how you are feeling.” “Please cheer up,” I sniffled and tried to speak, my voice quivering with emotion. “You don't understand,” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

Aiden said the endearment he used was making things worse for me. What am I gonna do to get out of this? He pulled me close and tried to kiss me again and all I kept seeing was Zemia. “I can’t!.” I said and tears ran down my cheek. I had never felt a heartbreak from a guy before but now I know exactly how it feels, i racing heart, the tears. That feeling that makes one think they would never find love ever again. The chest burns the constant reminders of how perfect one was with their partner. It hurts and I don’t like it!

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

My spirit, my heart… they were not with me. They were out in the hallway, broken into pieces on the cold stone floor next to the crushed flowers Neal had brought for me. I could still feel the echo of his pain. It was like a cold, hurting wind blowing through the mate bond we shared. His hurt was like a live wire, sending little shocks through my own nerves. His broken heart was beating a rough, unsteady rhythm inside my own chest.

Esmeralda For the first time in my life, I experienced heartbreak. This was not the regular heartbreak I was used to, this heartbreak was different. The heartbreak from a loved one. My mate. The heartbreak from a loved one is the most painful heartbreak ever. It comes from within, shattering the heart into a thousand pieces, crushing the soul and leaving one vulnerable. My heart was shattered. I was broken. I was vulnerable. My hopes of becoming Luna were dashed.

" She jerked his shoulder angrily. ‘You know how much it hurts; it’s like death is better than his heartbreak.’ She cried. He was speechless. He never realised she was going through this much until today’s outburst. "You don’t know, because you never loved me... "You never have those feelings." She cried, rushing away from the place, not able to hold her. Behind her, she heard the breaking sound of something but didn’t turn back. Neil angrily smashed the mirror, bruising his hand badly. But that pain was nothing compared to the unknown hurt he felt inside. To be continued...