Shattered Heart Novels & Stories

He had always believed that she would always be the kind and pure woman from back then. But now, the stone monument of his goddess, Lorraine, which soared skyward in the center of his heart, had completely crumbled and shattered into countless razor-sharp fragments. These shards scattered all around his heart and cut its walls mercilessly, leaving it riddled with thousands of gaping wounds!

From a princess in a wealthy home to a sex worker, a drug dealer, a prisoner, a heart breaker, a gold digger, a waitress, a sex addict, and finally on my last day a foolish mother who was about to leave her little angel all alone. I couldn't thank Roland enough for accepting me the way I was, for never judging me with my past and shattered heart. And trying to heal my shattered heart. I never thought that I deserved such a man in my life after everything I did to myself. He never cared about my past and chose to stay by my side. I wanted to get married as soon as possible but I couldn't either untill he suggested a way. How I me

The woman who was with him quickly got dressed and ran out of her condo, even if I wanted to spank her and slap her, I couldn't because of the numbness of the whole system, I don't know what could be the reaction now I feel so hurt and drain. "B-babe let me explain please." he's begging to make me laugh, if he thinks she can take me there, he's wrong. "What else do you have to explain Kevyn? I already daw it with my own two eyes, so what else are you going to say? That you're just playing? That you're just talking? That's stupidity!" I said emphatically. "Please babe let's fix this." I shook my head. "What's broken can't be fixed again asshole! I trusted you enough but you choose to betray

Other days, it was like she couldn't stand to be anywhere near me. "You know she's going through a lot," Candy told me one day as she sat by my bed, helping me exercise my arms. "I know you have, too... but you had a lot more warning. When you finally came back, she stayed in your room with her hopes high as a kite, just waiting for her prince to wake up so the two of you could have your fairytale ending. After all of that, just to have to give you up, she's... I'd say she's pretty damn close to shattered. I nodded, wincing as she rotated my shoulder. It was still very sensitive after I'd been shot. "I understand," I grunted. I had learned how to talk again, but it was a hell of an effort ea

He did all that for a bet. I felt something drop in the pit of my stomach. I could feel myself breaking. His words still cutting deep into my heart. Trying to cut my heart out. His words were still ringing in my ears. Besides that, I could also listen to my last piece of the heart being shattered. My trust came after that. I felt suffocated sitting in here. I needed some fresh air. "Say something," Damien said cutting the silence. I looked down not able to look up. I cannot. Not anymore.

I grabbed my purse and got up to leave. Jason suddenly rushed forward, blocking my way. Then, he dropped to his knees with a thud. "Kate, I know I broke your heart. I'm not asking you to forgive me, and I don't expect you to. I must've been out of my mind to get used by her so thoroughly! I just need you to let me finish…"

I quickly tried to grab it back from him, but to him, this was proof of my guilty conscience. The smile on his face grew, and he threw the necklace down on the ground hard. When the pendant on the necklace shattered, my heart broke into a million pieces along with it. I didn't care that my legs were still healing. I lunged to the ground and tried to gather up the ashes that had spilled from the broken pendant. When Steven saw what had fallen out of the pendant, he was clearly stunned.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

Adyant had dropped the call and with that Veda was again left alone in the world of colors and darkness. Veda stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. The woman's voice haunted her. "Adyant, baby...". Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The echoes of her broken heart lingered in the darkest of the night as moon faded away in the veil of clouds, leaving only whispers of ruin and a tale of shattered heart behind. She felt cheap. Used. A mere convenience for Adyant. The art studio, once her sanctuary, now seemed suffocating and dark.