Once Upon A Broken Heart Age Rating Novels & Stories

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

Her exact words. My heart bled for the first time on my eighteenth birthday and the full weight of experiencing a heartbreak shattered my entire love life. I thought time will heal and fix my broken heart and glue every shattered piece and make it anew but after all these miserable years. The pain refuses to stop aching with every passing day I see her and see the pain of what I’d lost and what could have been or how many of our little pups would have been born has blood raging in my soul.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

Was it his rejection? "You don't like me?" "You're too young." "So, you don't like me?" "I don't see you as a suitable partner." "Oh," she breathed shakily but then continued. "What about when I turn 18?" Her voice was breaking. "Still too young for me." "What... What if we are mates?" "No, we're not. I don't want to let my heart break again just because it is foolish enough to think someone is my mate. I despise the mere idea of a mate," He gritted.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 3 Y E A R S L A T E R NEW YORK CITY * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ K A R A ] Three years ago I got my heart broken for the first time. It was the worst and best experience of my life. To say that the breakup was brutal would be the understatement of the century.

"What on earth?" "It's a heart," Cilla said. "A broken heart. Someone is giving you their broken heart." Sure enough. The big red heart had a diagonal crack from top to bottom. "But who - ?" "Who indeed. Who do you know who might have a broken heart that they want you to know about?" "This is stupid." Pepper still stared into the box. "It's nothing more than some cheap trick on his part." Cilla chuckled. "I'd say it's a pretty expensive trick."

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

Sabi nga nila, "Ang puso ay isang maliit na parte ng katawan, pero kapag nasaktan buong pagkatao mo naaapektuhan." What if the person you value and love the most broke your heart? Do you still want to risk for what you call love? This story is dedicated to those person who have failed in love, yet choose to take the risk of falling in love again.

"Yes. I believe that you are mature enough to safeguard my heart." He smiled inwardly and recalled how he fell in love with Cecilia who was seven years older than him because of the same notion. "I love to hear that. If I may ask, has your heart been broken before?" "Not at all. I have not given it to anyone." "Why?" "Because I was afraid that it would be broken." "I see. Thank you for finding me worthy of your love. I promise that you won't regret it." "Wow! I love to hear that. Thank you for loving me."

“No! We don’t have to give our blessing! If I didn’t think your people weren’t watching us. I don’t know what I would do to you! I don’t trust you people! Tippa will only get hurt in a relationship with you, and you know this! Lord help me! If something happens to my niece, I don't know what I might do to you!” “Honey, calm down! Tippa is a grown woman.” “But, but...If you cared about her, you would break this off now! That’s true love!” Mr. Wilson said. “Sir and Mrs. Wilson. I can’t do that. I can't break up with Tippa. I love her with all my heart. Both our hearts will be broken.” “I doubt that very seriously! Save the hogwash for someone who will believe it, man!” Mr. Wilson stated."