Rebound After Break Up Novels & Stories

“Why did you have to do that, Naomi? Ian invited Mom and me to the engagement party to help patch things between us. We were supposed to be one big happy family. Why do you keep rejecting Mom and me?” When I ripped Roxy’s gown to shreds, she turned on the waterworks, her eyes welling up until Ian draped the jacket I had tailored for him over her, and then came tears. “You’ve been playing this game for years. Aren’t you sick of it? If you love acting so much, why don’t you go to drama school?” I hadn’t exactly cut ties with them in the past three years. Ever since my mother took the fatal leap from the hospital roof due to Rowena and Sebastian’s betrayal, I deleted and blocked all their conta

Those moments fueled my determination to reclaim what we had lost. Finishing my manicure and pedicure, I set the tools aside, my mind filled with a newfound resolve. It was time to embark on a journey of healing, to confront the mistakes of the past and rediscover the love that had once bound us together. Taking a deep breath, I rose from the chair and made my way to the wardrobe, selecting an outfit that exuded confidence and elegance. With each deliberate step, I knew that the path to reconciliation would not be easy, but I was prepared to fight for our love.

If the bracelet could suppress my misfortune, then it could naturally save her as well. Miraculously, Jane woke up the very next day. However, after losing the bracelet’s suppression, my condition spiraled out of control. I became what I am now, someone with a bizarre curse where anyone who tried to harm me would have their misfortune rebound back onto them. Yet, why was that bracelet on Hugh’s wrist now? On second thought, the reason my “Misfortune Rebound” power had suddenly stopped working today was probably because of the bracelet. “Where did you get this bracelet?”

“No, not that.“ I dared myself to look up at him without wavering. “I'm sorry for holding your kindness against you and being difficult at a time when I should have been grateful.“ I don't know why I was even talking about any of thus right now, but it was better than silence. His head bobbed in a single nod. “You're forgiven.“ He turned his back to me again and continued back up the stairs, silently dismissing me. Somehow that simple act hurt far more than any harsh words could have. Why was my heart leaping erratically in my chest when I had just come out of a divorce? When had I stopped caring about Zach enough to see another man as something more than just a human in existence? I shook m

"That's good." After a pause, he added, "If you ever need help, just let me know." "Okay." I nodded. … Back in class, I sat down, took out my phone, and checked the time. Less than 24 hours had passed since I broke up with Caleb, yet I didn't feel sad at all. On the contrary, I felt a sense of relief. After all, the more exciting part of the story was just beginning. By the third day after the breakup, I noticed Caleb appearing more and more often.

I knew I deserved better. I sought solace in the support of my closest friends, sharing my story and finding comfort in their empathy. They reminded me of my worth, that I was strong and resilient. Their words became my lifeline, guiding me through the darkest moments of my healing process. With their encouragement, I embarked on a journey of self-discovery. I delved into books about personal growth and attended workshops that focused on healing from heartbreak. I immersed myself in activities that brought me joy and rediscovered the passions that had been overshadowed by my past relationship.

I nodded, forced a neutral smile and sent another question her way. “And how does an Alpha rebuild trust after it has been broken?” I was unable to stifle the question, it escaped, too intimate, too raw. Her eyes narrowed, annoyance crossing her visage. “No, they don’t,” she replied flatly. “Some things can’t be fixed.”

I want her to stop being a "professional." She closes her eyes. Just for a second. It’s the first crack I’ve seen in three days. When she opens them, something is different. There are layers there. It’s complicated. And for one tiny second, behind the calm, I see something that looks like grief. It’s deep and old and it hurts to look at. Then, just as fast as it came, it’s gone. "I need you to give me a little more time," she says. "For what?"

"Really? Sure you didn't have some mind blowing sex with some hunk you met at the resort?" To get away from the chaos following her break up, Amanda had taken a trip to a mountain resort. Her plan had been to spend two weeks enjoying the serene scenery and healing from the pain in her heart. She ended up spending the first week entangled in the arms of a man she met the first day, having the rebound sex her therapist warned about.

“Liam calls me an expert in settling relationships.” I raised a brow, she chuckled, nodding her head. “Not just Liam, tons of people. You know, there's this friend. She broke up with this guy, stayed away from him for weeks, but I got them back together.” I was curious. “Didn't they have some sort of dispute before breaking up? Why was it so…easy to get them back together?”