Serenading Heartbreak Novels & Stories

“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?

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.

"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.

"Does Adrian know you're here?" Instead of answering directly, Sophia gazed deeply into my eyes, speaking earnestly. "Lucas, I made a terrible mistake. Please forgive me. "That day was an impulsive accident. It clouded my judgment. But you're the only one I've ever truly loved. I just want to spend the rest of my life with you."

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”.

"Honey, I'm sorry for hurting you. Even though I didn't mean to, I did it. You must be heartbroken." Serena hugged my waist, her small hands clutching my shirt tightly and not letting go. "I'm heartbroken because I love you. I'm afraid she'll steal you from me. I won't be able to live if that day happens." I said sadly. "I would die too if it weren't for you. You understand that better than me, right baby?" Serena giggled, then stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the lips. It is like a match that lights a pile of dry firewood. The fire inside me flared up fiercely. I carried her upstairs, not back to our bedroom, but to another clean room.

And now, those feelings were tangled with heartbreak because he had hurt me worse than anyone ever could. I quickened my pace, the cold now an unbearable weight pressing down on me. My heart pounded painfully in my chest, the ache in my soul matching the sting of the frosty air. Brian’s cruel words echoed relentlessly in my mind, fresh and sharp as if he had spoken them just moments ago. “It’s over between us, Serah. I’ve found a better woman. You’re dead to me. Get out of my house. I never want to see you again.”

"Who's got the black heart?" "I do" a light voice perked up then stood up. "Come on. Let's get this over with." Everybody looked at the figure that stood up. Of course, it just had to be her. Mrs. Heartbreak herself, Deborah Taylor. If heartbreak hotel had a receptionist, it'd be Vanessa. If there was someone rich, beautiful and invested enough to buy the hotel then turn it into her own personal workspace, that'd be Deborah. She was part of the clique of all those posh Grade 12 students that felt like they'd already become independent, and could care less about what anybody said or cared (That’s what everyone thought). Her 5'9 figure was a normal height in these parts but she’d carry herself

The crowd erupted into cheers, and the two leaned in for another kiss, oblivious to the world around them. I cried until my eyes burned and my tears ran dry. Ava’s voice cut through my misery. "Cynthia, I know this hurts. I’m only showing you this to snap you out of it. Stop following Ethan around. He’s not worth your love. You deserve a life of your own." My throat felt raw, my voice nothing more than a whisper. "I know." I had been so foolish, letting myself be blinded by Ethan’s fake affection for so many years, falling in love with someone who never truly cared about me.

“So far as you’re where I can see you.” “Where you can control me.” “Where I can protect your only friend. Same thing.” “Wow,” I said, smiling like a crazy psycho. Remy’s eyes didn’t even flicker. He was waiting for the other shoe. Waiting to see if I’d cry, or beg, or break. He didn’t know the new me. I set the photo of Jade down on the metal table slowly like it was glass.