Romance Heartbreak Books Novels & Stories

Roman froze, his entire body stiffening at my sudden action. I closed my eyes, drowning in the unfamiliar sensation of his lips. Unlike Trevor’s, they felt rough yet warm, carrying a hint of smoky sharpness. I clung to the kiss, desperate, savoring the foreign taste of him as if it could fill the aching void in my heart.

I… can't believe I'd given him my heart and despite my low-key waywardness, I was loyal to him. Loyal to a fault. Does he dip his cock into the bitch's pussy and tell me to lick her cum off him? I think it's high time I get my hands soaked in fucking blood. It's hard to breathe. But I just sit there, letting the cold from the tile seep into my bones. Hector is my first love, and not just any type of first love, but one that I defied my brother for. Maybe this is Karma's way of getting back at me but one thing I know is that heartbreaks hurt like shit.

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

He didn’t glance my way, but I could tell something was off—his shoulders were tense, his jaw rigid. “Where were you?” I asked, softly. He didn’t respond. Just slipped off his coat and tossed it carelessly onto the sideboard. “You haven’t eaten—” “I’m not hungry.” His tone was sharp. Dismissive. “I just... wanted to spend some time—” He turned. “Why? So you can sit there and watch me like some lovesick puppy?” The words stung. My throat tightened. “I’m your wife, Jaxon.” He walked toward me, slow and deliberate. Then, without warning, he yanked the book from my hands and tossed it aside. The thud echoed like a slap.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

Heartbreak is a feeling that makes you want to rip your own heart out so your heart can’t feel the pain anymore. Almost everybody is going to go through it at least once. If you are able to avoid it your entire life, then consider yourself luxury. It can be either a breakup, a death, or any other real disappointment in life that is just too unbearable for the heart you have to handle.It leaves you with a ton of questions, depending on the root of the pain. You're wondering if you will ever be able to move on from that person who hurt you. The one that ripped your heart out. The one who you wanted so desperately even though you knew it wouldn’t work, and happiness from it would always be out

But our silence was the indication of our destruction. It is the proof of, how messed up we are. *** Hello pretty readers! I love all of you so much, because of you people "Heartbreaker wife" got featured on the weekly dashboard. Thank you so much. Toodles Yours lovely CeeCee

He was overjoyed to have his love back and always in love with Sofia, and I was nothing to him. "Why does God always do this to me? Why do I never find happiness? I can't imagine my life without him but I have to let him go for his happiness since I have no other choice. Why did I fall in love with him? It was all my fault." I wailed in agony, the pain was killing me from within. My heart was shattered into a million pieces as I imagined him in someone else's embrace and my soul was being torn apart by the thought that he loved someone else. The void in my heart was getting deeper and deeper. I wished this was a nightmare because I desperately needed him back in my life.

I made a supreme effort, telling him, “I’ll live.” “The Moon Goddess isn’t done with you yet, sweetheart. Who knows, you may find your own fated mate at the North Shore pack ball. Wouldn’t that be something?” I couldn’t answer. The ‘Remus’ effect got me every time, heightening my senses like a blindfold. For our final fling he gagged me, so I knew kissing was out. Was he feeling it, too, the sense of separation? In my case, of desolation. Tears dripped off my chin as he entered me and I pulled against my restraints, going through the motions now. Even though he was tender with me afterwards, it felt like my heart was breaking all over again.