Serenading Heartbreak Novels & Stories

She was stunned. Her own eyes moistened with tears as he kept playing with his brows slightly furrowed in concentration. The man who carried violence in his veins was now weaving a hauntingly beautiful melody soaked in sorrow. Each chord resonated with a profound yearning, beginning softly like a pleading of a helpless lover before swelling into an overwhelming rush of desperation. It bled with the sorrow of a lover who had lost the one he loved and now was pining for her. The notes floated through the room, casting a spell on everything they touched, including Sera. She didn't feel tears trailing down her cheeks. Nate struck the last chord that lingered in the air for a moment longer before

"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.

"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.

“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.

Especially since the room was so soundproof. "Jessy?" Hera murmured softly. Alright, this was enough to make her heart race, especially since she was breathless. "Hello, Jes." "Hera, I need your help. Can you accompany me tonight to that event I mentioned?" "Ahh.. Hmmm, of course." "Is that okay?" "Ahh. Yeahhh. Of course. Ahhh." Hera tried to hold back, but Sean was being naughty, quickening his pace. Even a smile appeared on his face.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

My voice was determined, even as I struggled to regain my composure. Ethan’s expression softened, a flicker of something like tenderness crossing his face. “Soph... let me help you,” he said quietly, the use of my old nickname causing my heart to ache. It had been so long since I’d heard him call me that. The walls I had built around myself for years, the anger and isolation I had clung to, felt fragile and ready to crumble. The idea of letting someone else in—especially Ethan—was terrifying. I had spent so long guarding my heart, hiding my pain, that the thought of exposing myself felt almost impossible.

“If you’re listening, I don’t need miracles. I just want to see the ones I love. I want to go home. I want to make this right. If I am what you say I am… help me. Please.” The void didn’t answer. No thunder. No beam of light. Nothing. Serena laughed bitterly, a hollow sound in the emptiness. “Of course. I should’ve known. I’m not special. I’m just another piece in someone else’s game.” She hugged herself again and curled up, her strength failing her. For a moment, she didn’t even feel Nene anymore. Everything grew cold again, silent. She didn’t know how long she stayed there—minutes, hours, maybe longer.