Notes On Heartbreak Novels & Stories

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

Sophia, I proposed to you because I truly like you! It would be a lie to say I wasn't moved, but I no longer dared to trust others easily after getting hurt by Adrian. Blaise noticed my hesitation and didn't pressure me to continue our relationship. Instead, he began courting me and slowly integrated himself into my life.

Everyone was happily talking and smiling. He looked at me, radiant with joy. It struck him then that ever since Marina came into the picture, he hadn't seen me smile like that in a long time. All that had followed were arguments, cold silences, and hurt. In that moment, the disappointment that used to cloud my face suddenly became crystal clear in his memory. "How… how could I have treated her like that?" he muttered bitterly. Bertrand knew he shouldn't have come. But he still did, because he couldn't help himself.

“That shouldn’t be your concern.” “Not when it involves them both.” She said, stubbornly. “Let me remind you that this woman has been single and in love with one man for the past ten years. Imagine the heartache, the emotional trauma she’s dragged herself through—day after damn day. Add heartbreak to the list, and you’ve got a walking tragedy in heels.” “Okay, I understand—”

He interrupts mid sentence when a vice president miscalculates growth margin. Typical Mateo. Halfway through the Rex acquisition deck, he pauses. The screen behind him displays the deed transfer date in bold white letters. October fourteenth. Two fourteen in the morning. My stomach twists because I encrypted that exact timestamp yesterday under the file name Tax Returns Twenty One. He stops speaking. He removes his glasses with one hand. He places them on the table with deliberate care. Then he looks at me across twenty feet of glass and marble. “Dana. Two cups of tea. Earl Grey, hot.”

Something about the certainty of the volunteers had intrigued her to change her mindset. Her phone buzzed in her hand and she accepted the call again, "Alice! Honey! Please don't do this. I just saw the message on my phone. Honey, this is not how people deal with heartbreaks. We all have been through this. Alice, my baby. Don't leave. I forgive you for taking the card. I forgive you, my baby. Come home. We need you. Honey!" Jane cried over the phone. "Heart breaks are a part of life. You will get over it some day."

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

I made a supreme effort, telling him, “I’ll live.” “The Moon Goddess isn’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Who knows, you may find your own fated mate at the North Shore pack ball. Wouldn’t that be something?” I couldn’t answer. The ‘Remus’ effect got me every time, heightening my senses like a blindfold. For our final fling he gagged me, so I knew kissing was out. Was he feeling it, too, the sense of separation? In my case, of desolation. Tears dripped off my chin as he entered me and I pulled against my restraints, going through the motions now. Even though he was tender with me afterwards, it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.

He had turned a small mistake into a big one. My hand gripped the doorknob as I watched Nathan look at Christopher with admiration. I decided to leave them to it. Nathan loved and respected Christopher. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I couldn’t remember how I returned home that day, lost and despondent. But I clearly remembered Nathan’s look of disdain when they came back. The grievances, heartache, and resentment all choked up in my chest. I couldn’t stop the tears welling up in my eyes.

Thinking about how Trevor only cared about Wynn, how ruthless he was toward Matthias and Ivan for Wynn's sake, and how he had never considered her feelings, it felt like a knife was stabbing into her heart. The pain was unbearable. "Cel…" Lottie hugged her, feeling her own heart break for her dear friend. Celeste forced a smile but didn't say anything. It was fine. She had already decided to move on. She just needed a little time. She could do it. "Want to grab a drink?" Lottie thought Celeste needed to relax. But, Celeste shook her head. "No." Rather than drinking, she preferred going home to work on her data. That was when she could truly calm down, relax, and regain her sense of self.