Once Upon A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Night fell, and I sat alone in my cold room. The decree stripping me of my Luna title had just arrived. Damian's flamboyant signature stared at me like something alive, grotesque, and mocking. I stared at the blank space where my Luna name should have been, my gaze empty. I didn't cry. My tears had long since dried. Suddenly, my chest convulsed with pain. A wave of indescribable grief washed over me. I felt it clearly—my destined mate had marked another she-wolf.

“Victoria never broke my heart. And I need to make sure yours breaks exactly the same way.” The music swelled. The crowd watched. And my heart shattered all over again.

I watched as Queenie stared blankly at her bleeding hand. She didn't call a nurse for help. Instead, she kept crying. "Niels, I miss you. I really miss you. I was wrong, so terribly wrong. I lost you for someone like this." I couldn't accept Queenie's apology. Despite everything, and even though I no longer loved her, I didn't want to see her being hit. But now, I was nothing more than a pitiful ghost whom no one could see or hear. I couldn't help her in any way.

Everything is just a fucking lie. Zachary heard his own heart shattering along with the loud crashing of the glass vase he had just thrown against the wall. He felt like his chest was being stabbed repeatedly as he slowly slid down against the wall, burning tears flowing out of his eyes like waterfalls. Each tear stung as it reminded him slowly of each day he and Kathryn had spent together happily. Gripping onto his clothes, Zachary screamed his lover's name once more, feeling his lips and shoulders shake vehemently at the silent whispers of a repeatedly uttered ghost name.

A heartbreaker will never be able to mend a broken heart. I haven't finished rupturing yet. Although the clunks and crashes of disintegrating parts of me have stopped, my muscles are still quivering. Occasionally, I'd hear fragments crumbling into even tinier shreds as they fell to the ground. The pillars of my hopes and the foundation of my worth have yet to crumble, and the agony is being prolonged and exacerbated as a result of this gradual, piecemeal collapse. My heart has not yet recovered from the pain of loss. I couldn't sleep at night because I could hear its growl so loudly in the distance. Your name would scream from the rooftops, and none of the songs on our playlist could calm my

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

Everything sucks! The world had stopped being beautiful without his green-eyed beauty. It was now dull and cold and cruel. It wasn't his first heartbreak but it hurt much worse than the first time. The inside of his chest felt hollow. In place of heart, a violent pain kept throbbing inside it. The burn of heartache was mercilessly tearing through his inside. He didn't want to feel this constant burning that she had left him with. It was a cruel torture. He didn't want to go on without her. The shadows were hunting him again. He felt the vicious claws slowly closing over him, dragging him back into its clutches. Only she could set him free. But she was gone. His angel was gone.

"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

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❤️