Requiem Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

says Morrtemis before she and my mother disappear. The moment they’re gone I fall to my knees and let the tears fall freely and begin sobbing uncontrollably. Each sob feels like a blade piercing my heart. So this is what a broken heart feels like. I trusted him. I gave him every opportunity and he threw it in my face. Who does this to someone they love? People were right; the Gods truly are cruel.

She mourned not just JM, but the piece of herself that believed in forever with him. She cried until her throat ached, until her tears fell to the pillow beneath her head. Her sobs were little rebellions against the strength she was forced to endure. Tonight, however, she did not want to be strong. Tonight, she was not strong. Tonight, she wanted to scream, to crash, to come apart. And she did—all alone, in the dark, with nothing to accompany her but the pounding of her broken heart. And in that release, in that breaking… something within her awakened.

Then: “I wanted to be alone with you.” I gripped my hands. What did he mean? Was he trying to win me back? Too late. My heart had shattered completely. The moment I knelt at Catherine Ross’s funeral, it wasn’t snow I heard falling. It was my heart breaking. Shattering like crushed snow.

Night fell, and I sat alone in my cold room. The decree stripping me of my Luna title had just arrived. Damian's flamboyant signature stared at me like something alive, grotesque, and mocking. I stared at the blank space where my Luna name should have been, my gaze empty. I didn't cry. My tears had long since dried. Suddenly, my chest convulsed with pain. A wave of indescribable grief washed over me. I felt it clearly—my destined mate had marked another she-wolf.

Thunderous applause erupted through the hall; blessings from family and friends came in waves. Zann witnessed the scene unfold before him, his body swaying. The ring slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. Just like his broken heart. He finally understood that some wounds, once inflicted, could never be mended. The deceit and betrayal toward me had, like a sharpened sword, carved an unbridgeable chasm between us. Staggering, he turned and left the hall, each step carrying the weight of regret and loneliness. The desolate figure seemed to whisper his endless remorse.

His eyes gazed down at the sigils carved his flesh. What have you done Jacqueline? Was the cost worth it? His hand curled into fist and he shouted as he slammed them down the tile of the shower wall, effectively shattering the tiles on impact. His eyes stared at the brokenness of the ceramic. Blood splattered over the surface until the water washed it away. Even water couldn’t let him wallow in his pain, it washed away the physical impact of his heart break. How can the world still carry like a light hadn’t gone out in the world?

But as he steps back, his voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.” Then the mattress rises as he leaves, the soft click of the door the only sound in the quiet room. I sit there, gripping onto myself, forcing my breathing to slow. Only when I’m sure he’s gone do I finally let go. My entire body trembles as the dam inside me breaks. Heaving sobs rip through me, curling me into myself, choking me. I don’t know how long I stay like this—minutes, hours—until a gentle knock at the door pulls me from my anguish.

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

Roland barked. I burst into uncontrollable tears as my knees fell to the ground immediately. I wouldn't let him go like that. I loved him with all my heart and begging for his love in front of everyone is the least I can do to prove it. What would happen to me then? My life was already screwed from being born as an Omega, what would I do without him. "Psst.....Shameless woman" I heard someone say. I shot a dirty glance to the direction the sound came from and ignored it. Ladies were already gossiping and whispering in low tunes.

“You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.” “You don’t mean that…” I whispered, a single tear falling from my eye. He shrugged. “I'm done talking.” He turned around and hurried upstairs. I fell to the ground as I broke down in tears, my own words echoing in my ears. ‘Even if it’s going to be heartbreaking with Ethan, I’d take all the pain…’ Could I actually do it, because right now I felt like giving up. Bryce had said something right after all. What was the point of all of this if he didn’t love me anymore?