Once Upon A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

The pain in my voice echoed through the night, a haunting reminder of my shattered dreams and broken heart. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks—our bond was irreparably broken, and no amount of wishing or hoping could change that. As I howled in pain, another howl joined mine, sounding as painful and heartbreaking as my own. Maybe someone else out there was feeling the same heartache as me—a connection in our shared suffering.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Sophia felt her heart skip a beat. The walls she had built around herself were crumbling, and she couldn’t stop it. She didn’t want to stop it. She closed the distance between them, her lips brushing against his in a soft, hesitant kiss. It was a kiss filled with uncertainty, with fear, but also with hope. Hope that maybe, just maybe, they could find something good in the midst of all the chaos. But just as the kiss deepened, a loud crash echoed through the woods, shattering the moment.

My voice broke, a whisper now. “Maybe I don’t want it anymore.” Jace’s hand tightened gently on my arm, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Then don’t.” The words sliced clean through me, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.

Her friend chimed in, “Put it on speaker so this filthy woman can hear how good your husband is to you.” “Sure.” As soon as she answered, the fierce Nelly transformed into some docile creature. “Honey, I’m out shopping with the baby and some friends.” The man on the other end replied, “Just don’t stay out too late. Take good care of the child.” I froze. I’ve known Drake for so many years, that I instantly recognized his voice. Before that, I believed Nelly had made a mistake. But now, it felt like something inside me had broken.

Every fear. Every insecurity. Every wound. The silence on Bella's end seemed to amuse Sienna. "You understand what I'm saying, don't you?" The world tilted. Her fingers loosened. The phone slipped. Time slowed. Then— CRACK. The device shattered against the polished marble floor. The sound echoed through the boutique. Silence followed. Absolute silence. Bella stared at the broken remains. Her heart felt exactly the same. Broken. Shattered. Destroyed. Somewhere nearby, people were talking.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

And where he probably is now. I shift to the next page. "Like a punch to a mirror, my heart is shattered. Betrayed and stabbed in the back, it was merely deceit. I am a broken man who can never be fixed. I showed him what it means to be loved, and he showed me why he had never had it."

"And I spent a long time believing you were right, that some things just can't be fixed once they're broken badly enough." "Noah—" "Let me finish," he said gently, and something in his voice made me go quiet. "I don't think you're wrong that a broken heart can't be un-broken, not completely, not back to exactly what it was before. But I don't think that's actually what happened to us." "What do you mean?" I asked. "I think we didn't get our old hearts back," Noah said. "I think somewhere over the last four months, we built new ones instead, ones that know exactly how much this can hurt and choose to stay anyway."

I let it pour, wetting my shirt as I cried everything out. I Katherine Thawne, has never been hurt this way before. It felt new...and it raw. Indeed, Heartbreak is the father of all prickled needles. TBC