She's A Heartbreaker Mga Nobela at Kwento

She's not the kind of emotional person that overreacts to something. "Hush now," he whispered while kissing her head. She sobbed. "Why does it hurt, Carson? Why am I hurting? Why do I feel like my heart's been stabbed and it's fucking hurting? I'm not dying, right?" Carson shook his head and held her chin to lift her head. "That's called heartbreak, Baby. Your heart was broken after seeing them." Krysie cried her heart out. "A-Are you happy she's back? That she's alive?"

She glanced up at Adrian's unbothered expression and knew that she had won herself a jackpot. Though Adrian used her in the past,she was going to destroy him and his family, make use of him till she was back on her feet financially, just like what he did to her, make her loose Eliot, the only man who had loved her genuinely and purely. Adrian already knew much that Elite Entertainment deducted all her earnings, leaving her deep in debt, but if Reeda could help him deal with Leez and show her her real place,then he wouldn't mind having her for the time being, infact Reeda was just too good, it was him that had taken away her virginity.

For the moment I’m just going to use her to get what I want and by the time I’m finally done with her, I’m going to make sure I kill her and wipe her out from the surface of this earth cause seeing her alive will constantly remind me of that one-lifetime mistake that I made which destroyed my life complete It's only Emma, only she can fix my broken heart, only she loved me like no one else, only she cared and showed me the outset love ever and I will even kill a thousand people to get Emma back to my side again, no one can compare to my Emma, how could I have been foolish enough to trust a devil when I had an angel right beside me, I left the most perfect woman and went for the worst, I hurt

she whispered and backed away, "I'll make sure you eat every one of those words back, apart from the suicidal thoughts." He raised a brow. "Is that a challenge?" "No," she brought out a big pack of chips from her bag and two soda cans, "it's a fact. You'll regret ever breaking my heart that you'll search the world just to find me and get me back. You'll see me in your dreams every night and thoughts of me will occupy your mind throughout your days. It will drive you crazy then one day you'll start to get normal and you'll realize that a huge part of you left when you broke me and you'll live your life trying to fill it back."

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

which should technically not even be possible. “I love your hair,” she commented, “Was it always like that? Or is it like highlights or ___” “Can you like, I don't know, take an hour break from talking? I'm trying to enjoy my music before we get to that cursed 'misery' camp,” “It's actually 'miseri'___” “Not the point here 'dimples'”

Kelly had her heart broken many, many times. May it be from her parents, or her so-called friends, at the death of her brother, and also when she found out the truth about Felix. After having to go through so much at such an age, she was sure that she is immune to heartbreak now. She believed that she was strong enough not to be hurt by anything that life throws her way now. However, the moment she saw another girl coming out of the bathroom of his mate, half-dressed in her mate's clothes, she knew what it was truly like to have her heart ripped in pieces. Whatever was left of her heart was crushed and stomped on.

Right now, I wasn’t in the right state of mind to listen to any logical reasoning. Eric took me to her room, but I could only watch her from the window. She laid there, motionless. And for the first time in years, I broke down, crying. Why? Why does everyone I love have to leave me? It’s always my fault one way or the other. Why did I have to be such a curse? But Rose, please. You have to be fine. You have to. Please, come back to me. I’ll change. I’ll apologize for everything I put you through. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, just, please. Come back.

She looked little difficult with pale face reflecting how weak she's feeling. She wasn't the Tara whom everyone sees as seductive, feisty and gorgeous lady. I don't know why but deep inside I know that she's also another broken soul trying to mend herself with lies of being strong. "I was 17 when everything was perfect and magical for an ordinary teenage girl of senior year. Rehan and Max were both my good friends. And Vishal well he was my handsome boyfriend. We had a little group of me, Vishal, Max and Rehan. Everything was smooth. Vishal was nothing but best. Every single girl of our high school was envy of me because I was always surrounded by the school's three hottest boys and one of t

pleasseeeee! She shoved her phone toward me. I scowled. Was I not loud enough? Or was selective hearing her problem? "Ahem....!" I cleared my throat before speaking slowly. "Until you're ready for heartbreak, don't approach him," I repeated, smiling sweetly. She pouted like a kid who could denied of candy "I am ready for heartbreak, she said dramatically. "My ex broke up with me a week ago. I was disappointed in him for being so cold and then disappointed in myself for not even being able to cry."