Not My Mama's Broken Heart Novels & Stories

I’ve never felt thisbroken. I curl into a ball, my heart shattered beyond repair. I’ve lost so much in the last couple of years, and every time my heart broke, I lost a little part of it, leaving my heart forever incomplete. It wasn’t until Alec that I dared to hope. “Honey?” My mother strokes my arm, and I look up. I sniff, and she holds her arms out for me. I hug her, and she holds me tightly. “Mom… it just hurts so much.”

I knew, like with everything else, she'd tell me more when she was ready. She nodded happily, her curls bouncing around her face. “Yes!” Her face dropped a little. “They've tried so many times but nothing works. But it's not really a case of mental health with Dad, it's more a case of a broken heart. You can't cure a broken heart with anything but the love that broke it in the first place. He'll always be a little broken, I think.” “Hey.” I leaned round her and placed the coffee down, propping myself up on my elbow. “It's okay to be a little broken, Sandra. Your Dad is a little broken for your mom but is a lot whole for you.”

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

That's not my Papa. I cried. I was heartbroken. Angry. Unsure. I didn't know what to expect to happen next, and I didn't know how I could face my father and mother after tonight. I dishonoured them tonight. I was a disgrace. I made them lose face in front of the Wrights tonight. Alistair and Coraline must think very low of me now. I was the one to blame. I am a disgrace.

"Strange. Why is it suddenly so cold in here?" I froze, staring at my transparent hands. I couldn't feel my wolf spirit anymore. Right. I was dead. A dead wolf can't hug the living. Marcus followed her in, loosening his tie. "Probably just the AC." He paused. "We should check on Selena." My heart jumped. No, I don't have a heart anymore. But something like hope burned in my chest. Dad was going to check on me. He would find me. I looked at my mother, a wave of sadness washing over me.

He even convinced the system to play the role of a fictitious first love to deepen the wound. To provoke me even more, the system chose an appearance similar to my eyes. The effect was significant. In the days that followed, it seemed like I was the only one suffering. But in reality, we were torturing each other. Still, there was something strange about me. My love was deep, but my hatred was shallow. So Freddie had no choice but to get rid of the camellia tree we had planted together, the symbol of our bond. When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90.

When I was a child, my parents were always busy, and so I was raised by my grandmother. She passed away two years ago, leaving me with the bracelet as a parting gift. Wearing it felt like having her by my side. Now it lay in pieces, and my last connection to her was gone. I glared at Nelly and her friends, my eyes burning with rage. I gritted my teeth and glared at them. “You’ll regret that. Even if you get on your knees and beg for your lives, nothing can fix this. Not one of you will escape!”

Zach grabbed his neck, cold sweat pouring down his face from the pain. I laughed like a maniac and shouted, "Does it hurt? But seriously, no matter how much it hurts, how can it even come close to what Shawn went through when they chopped half his hand off while he was alive? Or the agony he felt when he drowned, gasping for air?" Zach's expression went serious as he quickly dialed a number. "I'm bringing Shawn over right now so he can see just how unhinged his mom really is!" The call went through almost right away.

My mom, who was still carried away with emotions, spoke. "Mama, be patient," my father and I said tried to calm my mother. "Listen, Honey, you never gave birth. So you never feel how broken a mother's heart is when ..." "Darling, stop feeling the most suffering in this world. If you keep comparing your life with other people's lives, you will only feel that you are suffering the most in this world. I am her father. Even though I never gave birth, but my heart is broken too. but did you know if we keep on maintaining broken hearts, we will also be broken. Life goes on. You can't regret what has passed. Arga's parents have come all the way from Brazil with good intentions." My dady continued t

I felt something I had never felt before, albeit I didn't want to voice it out because I was afraid it'd be one sided, and if indeed it truly was, then I'd only get my delicate heart shattered. I wouldn't say I'd experienced heartbreak at its minimum. Excuse you, you lost your father and mother within the space of ten fucking years, and your fucked up mind really has the audacity to say that you haven't experienced heartbreak. Think again, Monique's brain that is on three verge of not functioning.