Once Upon A Broken Heart Age Rating Novels & Stories

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

Angela nodded causing a drop of tear to leap out of her eye. "What should I do?" she finally broke down and asked the question that was tormenting her for so long. She was clueless. "Give yourself some time. If you want to move on then move on. But do not get tangled in a relationshiop with someone while having feeling for someone else," Alicia felt for this poor girl. The girl who once only radiated happiness and spread smiles was now all broken, asking her for a way. What her son has done to her.

“No, and the love for him has been buried since the day I left him and our baby died.” “Fuck!” Frank screamed and threw the vase on the wall that made Grace fear from him. Grace stepped back and crouch herself to protect herself against his anger and memories once again flashes through her eyes. It made her cry once more and it felt heavier like she could not imagine Frank would do the same thing to her. “Stop it!” Grace mumbled while covering her ears as she was hearing the broken glasses and the shattered pieces of the furniture. She was in disbelief that Frank would act such thing like this.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

Unbreakable. Forever.

"When is the last time your heart got broken?" "Ohhh..." Everyone was intrigued. Even Layla paid attention. The last time I got heartbroken? What is the range of being heartbroken anyway? Memories came to mind. Does it include being disappointed after my family threw me aside when they don't see any hope in me as a Mackenzie? Or was it the time in Junior High when I hope that person would ask me for a dance but he didn't.... I subtly glance in Kane's direction. I met his pitch-black eyes. I hurriedly looked away.

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.

As I stepped out of Blackwood Manor, I held my head high, maintaining the confident facade I had mastered over the years. The heavy front doors clicked shut behind me, and only then did the shiver I'd been suppressing finally ripple through me. Seeing Ethan again—hearing his voice—had stirred up memories I had spent years trying to bury. They were memories of a time when I was young, naive, and utterly unprepared for the cruelty of the world.

"Cassidy, when we made this mug, you said after we got married, we'd make a smaller one for our child. Do you still remember?" "I remember." "Then would you give me one more shot? I can wait for you to break up with him." As he said those words, his voice started to falter with emotion. I gazed at him silently, then slowly walked up to him and took the mug from his hands. Under his incredulous stare, I smashed it into bits. "There. Now that the mug is broken and the baby is gone, it's time you stopped fooling yourself." With that, I walked forward, stepping on shards in the process.

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over