Romance Heartbreak Books Novels & Stories

NINA'S POV The first thing I realize after the gates of the Cross mansion disappear behind me is that Cassian’s heartbeat still exists beneath my fingertips—trapped inside his two black credit cards and the ghost of a goodbye I already knew would haunt me for the rest of my life. Surely this wasn't the end…nobody stops a tragically beautiful song halfway and says “end scene”. No. You sit in it. You feel it. You let it break you. Problem is, I'm already broken. So much that the tears don't even fall anymore. They just blur my vision and pool back no matter how hard I blink.

I glanced around the familiar room, eyes landing on a carefully decorated box Bertrand had once prepared. Inside were envelopes—his love letters to me—and a custom-made rose crystal necklace. It was a gift to mark our 100th day together. He once said, "Annie, you're a passionate rose. And I want to be the one who holds it close." After that, he wrote me a love letter every so often. But ever since Marina entered the picture, the letters came less and less.

"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.

These are stories of hearts that break in silence — a woman who gives everything to a marriage, a relationship, or a friendship, only to realize that love and sacrifice, alone cannot save it; a man forced to choose between staying where he is needed and leaving the one person he loves; a soul torn between faith and heartbreak, searching for meaning after loss. Within these pages are unspoken goodbyes, unnoticed sacrifices, betrayal, and the slow, painful work of healing — and learning to choose oneself. Some characters learn to let go. Others learn to forgive themselves, most of all. Featuring stories such as Beyond Love, I Thought My Heart Would Be Enough, and others yet to come, this colle

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“What are you? A slam book? How can you love yourself when you don’t even recognize love itself?” Romance never goes out of style. It does not wither or die like plants in a glimpse of summer. We fall into its captivating curse the moment we find perfection in a soul filled with flaws. The second we see beauty in the laceration of their scars and lips maneuvered by deception, we are bound to plunge into the deepest fragment of their life. The day our heart palpitates at a rapid velocity is the day we chain ourselves to an immeasurable misery.

It drove me crazy in the best possible way, turning me into an addict for something I may probably never get again. "Fuck Princess." He cursed against my skin, sounding almost as breathless as I was. "You're soaked for me." I threw my head onto his shoulders as he pumped his fingers in and out of me, keeping that slow hard pace. My world felt like it was been rippled apart, opening a part of me I never dared to explore. Why do forbidden things always taste so damn sweet? "Jace... don't stop." I pleaded, eliciting the softest groan from him.

He took a slow sip from the glass and set it back on the bar. Every trace of amusement fled from his countenance, leaving dark and unreadable… and undeniably hot. His voice came out surprisingly gentle and warm. “I heard about the break up.” The word ‘breakup’ barely left his mouth before my chest tightened. Two days wasn’t enough time for the ache to dull, not when it was his younger brother who left me standing there like a fool. I hated that Adrian knew—hated that his dark eyes softened like pity belonged anywhere near me.

And it had all led me here, to this moment, with my heart in a million pieces at my feet, finally understanding that the boy I’d been crushing on had never, not for a single second, been mine to lose. _________________________________________ The numbness was a heavy blanket, smothering everything. I lay on my bed in the dark, staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene in the garden on a loop. The way he’d looked at her. The easy intimacy. I didn’t cry. The hurt was too deep for tears; it was just a vast, hollow ache. So this is a heartbreak, I thought, the words echoing in the empty quiet of my room. Will there ever be someone who looks at me like I’m their whole world? Or am I just destin

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."