Rebound After Break Up Novels & Stories

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

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.

I tell him when we are five minutes into the ride with him sitting at another end, just playing with his phone. "The sugar baby," I explain further when he is obviously confused with what I said, "Do it." It will be much easier to move on if I know he's banging another chick. Perhaps, I'll do the same thing too, like a rebound. Remember back then when it was so easy to move on because I had Christian? Yeah, that could work. She kicks me hard, reminding me that I'm not exactly in the same shape I was when I met Christian. Okay... perhaps the rebound will have to wait for a few months. Until then, let's try to move on by watching him being happy with a new sugar baby.

“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?”

The girl I once believed needed my protection now appeared utterly repulsive to me. "This is all because of you!" I roared at the panicked Vivian, my gaze terrifying. Vivian called me insane and fled in a panic. But she was soon caught by the people I had sent and was slapped repeatedly. As I watched Vivian struggle, the emptiness inside me only grew deeper. From the moment Natalie walked away, I had already lost my sanity. This hollow and aimless existence continued until a former high school classmate, who had recently returned from a trip to Norell, posted a photo of the streets of Averndale on social media. It finally stirred something inside me.

Was I rushing into something again? That question haunted me as I stared at the ceiling. I had a pattern, and I hated that I couldn’t seem to break free from it. Dennis had been my rebound after my last heartbreak, and look where that got me. I didn’t even take time to heal then. I just jumped in headfirst, hoping love would fix me.