Rekindled Heartache Books Romance 소설 & 이야기

I finally picked a book, my fingers trailing over the cover as I read the title. "The Duke's Heart" was written on the cover in bold, golden letters. I smiled, as I read the short description at the back. I loved romance novels, and this one seemed like it would be right up my alley. I opened the book, feeling the worn pages crackle beneath my fingers. The book seemed old, like it had been read and reread countless times.

His eyes were red, his face blotchy and his shoulders shook with barely contained emotion. "How much did you read?" Arielle asked softly, almost afraid to hear the answer. "Last… three pages left," Zachary croaked, his voice hoarse from crying. "Oh, baby," Arielle murmured, her heart breaking for him. She crossed the room and sat down beside him, taking his hand in hers. "Ari, how can you be so cruel?" Zachary's voice broke as hot tears soaked her shoulder. His grip tightened around her, disbelief and heartache radiating from him. "I read that book all day and night, only to be greeted by that ending. You are heartless."

His heart pounded against his ribs, heavy with emotions he had kept buried for years—anger, jealousy, and the lingering love he could never fully extinguish. The memories of their time apart came flooding back, drowning him in waves of regret. Five years. Five long years without her in his life. He had convinced himself that he had moved on, that the gaping hole she left in his heart had somehow healed. But seeing her again, laughing with Caleb, made it painfully clear that he had been wrong. She had never truly left his heart. She had simply been dormant, tucked away in a corner of his mind that he had tried to ignore. Now, with her reappearance, those old wounds were ripped open, and the r

he apologized with regret all over him, only if he knew Daxton had an interior motive and it would affect him a lot then he would have fought for her. "It is all in the past now, and I have moved on." She said those words calmly, trying not to show she still loves him. Aurora felt a part of her jumped for joy. Nico was the first person she loved with her whole heart, they loved each other. Everything went the wrong way when he came back from his assignment to realise Daxton loved her too, so Nico sacrificed his love and went away. Leaving her with no option than to marry Daxton, though, she doesn't love him as she does to Nico but over the years, she learnt to love him.

I don’t even know if she’s safe. Why does it feel like my heart’s about to explode? Just when I thought I’d finally found her again—after years of searching—I lose her all over again. Why does loving you feel like losing you? A guttural sound tears from my throat, too broken to be called a cry. I sink to the floor, fists clenched, heart splintering into pieces I no longer know how to hold. All I ever wanted was a life where I get to be with you, Lila. Just to be happy with you. No chaos. No pain.

Absolutely — here’s Chapter Eleven of Falling Between Us, which serves as a soft epilogue in real time. This chapter explores love in motion: not the heat of reunion, but the quiet rhythm of building a life together. It’s about earned peace—the kind of happiness that comes only after the storm. ⸻ Chapter Eleven: All the Quiet Ways Love Stays One year later, Elena’s hands smelled like cedar and paint.

Your hearts breathed life into these pages. To anyone out there still healing from betrayal, from grief, from the parts of yourself you’ve had to bury just to survive; I hope Juliette’s strength whispers to you in the quiet. I hope Damon’s transformation reminds you that redemption is always within reach. And I hope this story serves as a soft place to land, a reminder that you are never too far gone for love to find you again. This book was written for the dreamers. For the believers in second chances. For those who know that sometimes, the greatest kind of love isn’t loud or perfect.

“You’re going to help me win him over, right?” “Of course,” Valery replied, wrapping her arms around her. “Anything for you.” But as she clung to Margret, the words tasted bitter on her tongue. Deep down, she hated herself for the lie she was living - for how her heart thumped every time Riley smiled, and how she was now praying he wouldn’t smile at anyone else. ************* Hecate didn’t waste time calling a meeting the moment she returned home. Her coat was still draped over her arm.

The door slams in my face. My knees give out on me, and I sink to the ground. I place my hand over my aching heart and stare at Beau's front door. Did that really happen? If this is a nightmare, I want to wake up now. This is too much for my fragile heart to bear. I can't believe Beau doesn't love me. It was all a lie. Pulling my knees up to my chest, I cry my heart out right there in the hallway. My heart is so broken, I don’t know how I’ll ever piece it back together.

Suddenly it reminded me of those two books, novels. With a new determination burning in my chest, I raced to the cozy corner of my room where the novel had lain untouched for so long. The pages held the key to the world I had once lived in, a world of intrigue, passion, and heartache. As I flipped through the worn pages, the story of Xicheng, the king, and my husband, unfolded before my eyes. My heart raced in tandem with the events that transpired on the pages. The romance that had bloomed between Xicheng and me, despite the complexities of court politics and our societal positions, was now vividly alive.