Once Upon A Broken Heart Age Rating Novels & Stories

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…

He told her about his first heartbreak, when he turned eighteen, and his girlfriend of one year then, broke up with him, saying she never liked him, and just him to pass time till her mate came. " it hurt then, but I got over it." He shrugged. "You still haven’t found your mate?" "Uhmm" was the only reply, as he stuffed his mouth with ice cream. "How old are you?" He looked up at her. "20." He did look like a twenty year old, just more beautiful, understanding, forgiving...gullible and maybe even naive. But maybe it was because of their different environments. "I think I’m mateless." He sighed. "Yeah, maybe I am too."

I wouldn't be here if I didn't break through that hell. After I burned down that cursed orphanage I got thrown into, I learned how hard to live in a world full of deceit and greed. A world far more worst than the beatings I got from my father. Those things were just physical. The orphanage did a number on my head. The horrible things the orphanage did to me were something no child could ever forget. It was forged and branded on every fiber of my being. The feeling of someone degrading you mentally and physically could slowly drain and kill a child's will to live. I was fortunate enough to realize these things and fight back before it's too late.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

But just like what she did to Honey and their other friends earlier, she ignored him. “Jada please, I can’t bear losing you. Please Ja, I beg you, please open the door. Let’s fix this,” he continued. She turned a deaf ear to his pleas. Jada can’t face him right now and she doesn’t know when she can. Maybe never and that would be better. What happened tonight hit her so bad. She knew the incident happened years ago. It’s been years since they broke up and she thought she had already forgotten about it.

"I wish I were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart." -Julia Roberts Faith POV I woke up feeling like shit. My body was sore. My face felt dry and my eyes was all crusty. I rubbed my eyes to adjust my vision.

Then he cupped his hands over her cheek. "I trust you with my heart Tan," she finally spoke, "it has always been yours and no one can take your place in my heart." "My heart beats for you. You are my first and only priority Gabby and I don't want to spend another day, not a single moment, without you." he whispered. His lips grazed hers and then the tears she had let slip. "I love you. I love you. I love you." she chanted. "Forever?" "Even after forever." Authors Note Thank you all for reading broken hearts. Phiya-

But all she remembered was her mother’s tight smiles, the way she’d always said some marriages aren’t about love, Isabelle… She had thought it was just old-fashioned thinking. But this—this was something else. Collins watched her carefully, as if waiting for her to break. Instead, she straightened, forcing down the storm of emotions raging inside her. “Fine,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Let’s say I believe you. Let’s say this contract is real.” She met his gaze head-on. “How do I break it?” Collins exhaled, almost looking impressed. “That’s the fun part,” he murmured. “You can’t.”

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❤️

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself