Requiem Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Isabel. I'm so, so sorry. I would give anything to turn back time, to choose differently, to hold you and Liam close and never let go. But all I have now are these empty promises, these shattered dreams, this... broken heart..." Overwhelmed by grief and guilt, Tristan pulled out his sword with a shaky hand. And with a guttural cry, he swung it at a nearby tree, the blade cutting deep into the trunk. He left the sword embedded there as its quivering handle was a testament to his anguish. The wound on the tree mirrored the gash in his own heart, the pain of loss and regret more than he could bear.

Derek informed, walking ahead of me. My heartbeat dropped in my stomach, as I stared at his back. When a wolf lost the will to live and suffered too much pain…he or she was prone to fall into an endless sleep and then there was no waking up. That was what Broken Heart Syndrome meant for us. The heart would slowly come to a stop, and then there would be eternal peace. I shook my head, refusing to let these thoughts settle in. She wouldn’t die. The positivity didn’t help the stupid ache in my eyes though.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

I snapped, hitting his chest once, hard. “It broke me the moment I realized I almost lost you. It broke me when I had to stand in that room and hear about how you were poisoned like a goddamn pawn. It broke me when I realized I could have not even get the chance to say goodbye.” My voice cracked again, and this time, when I hit his chest, it wasn’t out of anger. It was out of grief. I collapsed against him.

I was deciding. Chapter 25 POV: Lydia Hart I used to think heartbreak was loud. I imagined screaming matches, shattered glass, mascara streaked down my face as I sobbed into the arms of well-meaning friends. I thought pain announced itself, demanded attention, made itself impossible to ignore. I was wrong. Heartbreak is quiet. It sits with you at dawn when the city is still half-asleep and the world hasn’t yet decided whether it’s going to be kind. It breathes beside you like an unwanted companion. It doesn’t rush. It waits.

Is much better than dying in the hands of the people I trusted most. My hope is destroyed. Faith is shattered. Love is forgotten. Patience is gone. All that is left is a single corner of my heart to complete the mission..... Because after all this, self-respect is not gone. I have to take vengeance. For him. For us. I promised him...... I won't break it like ever. *abusive content over*

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

“You’ve been my strength all these years. Finding true love cannot be guaranteed. Unrequited love is indispensable. True love cannot be defined, but when it happens, it flows effortlessly with no need of stressing or forcing yourself to get attention from the other party.” “So sweetheart. Pursue your dreams and wait for the right one to come. But if it don’t eventually come. Then know it wasn’t meant to be. I only hope you don’t end up bitter like me.” At the word ‘bitter’, she released her from the hug and spoke into her eyes. “I know you’ll find your better half soon. I’m sure you would.” “Thanks mum.” They hugged once more briefly and afterwards washed the dishes before departing to their

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

When the petals fell, my Heartbreak Level soared to almost 90. I moved out early the next morning. Freddie stood by the window, watching my slender figure fade into the distance. His heart twisted in agony. The last 10% of the Heartbreak Level naturally came from the words he had spoken the day before his wedding. The moment I closed my eyes, my Heartbreak Level finally hit 100%. The system said he should go and say goodbye. But knowing the memories would remain, Freddie chose not to. Instead, he said silently in his heart, "Goodbye, Rosalie."