Requiem Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me. His voice echoed in me and appeared like a two-edged sword used to slash not only my skin, but also my spirit and soul. I felt the sharp and overwhelming anguish course through me so badly that I flopped to the ground, groaning as the excruciating pain made it hard for me to scream. My wolf let out a painful howl as she limp and pant in heartbreak. I could feel her sadness, and it added to misery in me.

Izzy Pov... In the caverns of her chest, a once vibrant heart now lay shattered, its fragmented pieces scattered across the desolate landscape of her soul. Each jagged edge of pain bore witness to the relentless onslaught of disappointment and loss, carving a deep chasm within that seemed to swallow any semblance of joy. Her constant cries aren't enough to heal her callous shattered heart. The weight of unspoken grief anchored her spirit, its heaviness an ever-present reminder of the ache that seemed to seep into every fiber of her being.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

“What?” Diane rolled her eyes. It was really difficult having a conversation with drunk Malvika, she thought. You said you hated Jayden. What happened?” she repeated, saying her words slowly. “Oh, that.” Her voice dropped in a sad whisper again. “He……he…..he broke my heart,” she whispered. Diane felt her shoulders sagging in sadness and resignation. A part of her knew that would be the outcome. “What did he say?” “He doesn’t like me,” Malvika sobbed.

Right now, I wasn’t in the right state of mind to listen to any logical reasoning. Eric took me to her room, but I could only watch her from the window. She laid there, motionless. And for the first time in years, I broke down, crying. Why? Why does everyone I love have to leave me? It’s always my fault one way or the other. Why did I have to be such a curse? But Rose, please. You have to be fine. You have to. Please, come back to me. I’ll change. I’ll apologize for everything I put you through. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just, please. Come back.

He did all that for a bet. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself breaking. His words still cutting deep into my heart. Trying to cut my heart out. His words were still ringing in my ears. Besides that, I could also listen to my last piece of the heart being shattered. My trust came after that. I felt suffocated sitting in here. I needed some fresh air. "Say something," Damien said cutting the silence. I looked down not able to look up. I cannot. Not anymore.

They would become the ultimate precedent: that even the most powerful love could be co-opted, curated, and turned into entertainment. She looked at Jeff, at the utter sincerity in his eyes, and her heart shattered. To save the principle of their life's work, she had to break the heart of the man she had built it with. She took a step back, the most painful step she had ever taken. "No," she said, the word final and absolute. The effect was instantaneous. The "Grand Requiem's" hold on Jeff snapped. The borrowed solidity bled out of him. He flickered, his form becoming translucent once more, a look of bewildered betrayal on his face.

The moment the last syllable left my lips, a clear, violent crack echoed through the invisible air of the chamber—the unmistakable sound of a spiritual bond snapping in two. Tristan let out an agonizing scream that bounced off the stone walls. He dropped straight to his knees, his hands slamming into his chest as if his heart had just been torn out of his body. The final, violent breaking of our fated connection tore through his physical frame, releasing the full force of the pain he had put off for months.

She hugged her knees, her heart shattering in the quiet. They were both shaking, breaking. Two hearts torn apart by distance, silence, and words they couldn’t take back.

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again. The End.