Other Words For Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Saying that she crushed the rose under her heel. “Can you see blood coming out of it?” Grace asked him and Zade looked at the crushed flower confusedly. “You can't see. You crushed my heart just like that when I gave it to you. The way you have broken me there is no way to mend it. Stop putting your effort into winning my heart. It's not gonna happen. Who once broke your heart you shouldn't give it back to him. Because there is a chance he might break it again in the future.”

Rejected. Denied. Jilted. Ditched. Familiar words in the vocabulary all held the same definition, but unfamiliar for the likes of a man such as myself who had everything: power, good looks and money. I've seen people get their hearts broken, boy or girl, by my own doing or not. And yet, my conscience couldn't make me feel guilty since I find it amusing how they cry and do reckless things all in the name of love.

I clutched at my chest, desperately trying to hold the shattered pieces of my heart together. Every tear that fell carried with it a fragment of my broken dreams, a piece of the love that had once blossomed inside me. I cried not only for the betrayal I had witnessed, but also for the loss of the future I had imagined with Lucian. All the hopes and dreams I had held close were now crumbling before my eyes.

He needs to know that I am here to pick him up and make him whole. It is actions that broke his heart apart, but with my words, I know that I can soothe that deep agony that tortures him still. With my words, I can soothe him until the cage around his heart snaps as if it is made of thin caramel strands rather than a cast iron. With words, I can take what is broken inside and make him willing to walk the hard road of recovery. I know that if my words are not backed up by love, they will all be as valuable as the print on a letter that is charring and burning in the earth

Roland barked. I burst into uncontrollable tears as my knees fell to the ground immediately. I wouldn't let him go like that. I loved him with all my heart and begging for his love in front of everyone is the least I can do to prove it. What would happen to me then? My life was already screwed from being born as an Omega, what would I do without him. "Psst.....Shameless woman" I heard someone say. I shot a dirty glance to the direction the sound came from and ignored it. Ladies were already gossiping and whispering in low tunes.

I sat in the empty boardroom, my mind numb as the magnitude of my defeat settled in. The room that had once been the battlefield of my ambitions now felt like a tomb, cold and desolate. I couldn’t remember how long I had been sitting there, staring at the table where moments before, my entire world had come crashing down.

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

The torment he endured was merciless. Yet when I heard all of this, I felt strangely calm as I looked at Bertrand, whose face had now grown ashen, haunted by regret he could never undo.

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.

I stand up and walk slowly to him, I hold his hand again, resting my forehead on his back feeling his breathing, “pain doesn't define us Justin, it makes us stronger” He turns to me, his eyes dim, glossy with tears, “who broke us?” he says softly, touching my face softly. His touch was raw, deep, painful, he didn't move, he just stared at me with a sad face…I could feel it. “I have been broken a long time ago, I always say my heart doesn't even beat anymore that's how damaged I am” I chuckle wryly, “there's no point in having a heart right? Cara thinks I'm heartless, my mother thinks I lack compassion and you…you think I'm just…stock up”