Once Upon A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

But still, his heart felt all warm and fuzzy . "Promise me, Anthony, you will leave her and come back to me" . When he heard the next sentence coming from her, he felt like his heart was poked with a thousand needles . The pain surged in like a dark cloud blocking all the light and happiness and gripped him from all sides . One moment he felt like he was on cloud nine and the very next all his hopes were smashed into pieces . He took a deep breath and consoled his heart like had been doing since ages . Then he held her Pinky finger with his own and said -

It did click when I was already halfway to her house, and, at this point, I did not feel like turning back. The last time I’d given my heart to someone, she had broken me in ways I couldn’t fathom going through again. But who wanted to be healed? One thing was certain: women loved broken men and were inevitably attracted to them. They hoped for the impossible—changing them. But the change in a broken person was rare, and I was beyond repair. The word 'broken' for me was like a chronic disease that was slowly yet painfully consuming me. No one. Not even Joy could do anything to make it better, I was sure. Yet, I was running towards her.

Would you promise to wait when this soul of mind is failing? It's hard for me to believe this thing we've discovered is real. And although you are true, my heart needed time to heal. (chorus) repeat twice Said I wouldn't, Said I wouldn't babe, Said I wouldn't fall in love again. I said I wouldn't fall in love, but it's crazy I feel it deep within. I said I wouldn't fall in love, but I was wrong. Tippa's eyes watered as she began to clap for his performance.

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

“You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.” “You don’t mean that…” I whispered, a single tear falling from my eye. He shrugged. “I'm done talking.” He turned around and hurried upstairs. I fell to the ground as I broke down in tears, my own words echoing in my ears. ‘Even if it’s going to be heartbreaking with Ethan, I’d take all the pain…’ Could I actually do it, because right now I felt like giving up. Bryce had said something right after all. What was the point of all of this if he didn’t love me anymore?

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

Sighs again. “Oh, it’s been broken before, believe me. It was broken when my Dad abandoned me when I was six, and my Mom’s been breaking it every day and a small piece at a time ever since. It broke when alcohol took away my painting, and when I was raped as I slept in a drunken stupor. I know what it is to have my heart broken… but yesterday was different. I had my heart broken by the first man that I’ve ever chosen to trust and really let in. And to love.” Total silence now.

"Because settling isn't in my vocabulary. Your betrayal is like a thorn buried deep in my heart. "Even if it tears me apart, I'd rather dig it out than leave it there, letting it stab me over and over again for the rest of my life. "The moment you couldn't control yourself and chose to cheat…we were already over." I did not look at him again. I turned and walked inside. Only after stepping into the house did I realize, in the chaos earlier, I had grabbed Cedric's hand. I quickly let go. "Sorry… I didn't notice."

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.