She's A Heartbreaker 소설 & 이야기

she whispered and my heart fell from my chest. He really hates me. The fact that he canceled a show just because of me proves it. And it fucking hurts. "There's something more..." she added and my tears-stricken face held a glance at her. I watch as she checks on her phone before showing it to me. A series of low, feeble sounds escaped my lips as I read the title of the article, "Breaking: Seth of SHADOW and Zanaya of WHISTLE, confirmed to have broken up!" Fuck. Why can't I just die? I can't take this hurt anymore...

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."

They had no idea they were dancing to music I composed myself. As I walked, laughter bubbled in my chest,it wasn't loud, just warm… satisfied. She broke exactly the way I expected. Silent. Still. Breathing like someone trying not to cry. The type of heartbreak that could haunt a person for years. Delicious. I didn’t hate Alessia. Hate requires emotion—and I don’t waste emotions on people beneath me. She had potential once, I’ll admit it. But girls like her… always trip over their own hearts eventually.

She started ordering them all. And when the total ran high into the thousands, she smiled and whispered, “Break your heart, Asher Donovan.” But this time, it wasn’t about revenge. It was about becoming the woman she’d dreamed of being long before the world knew her name and long before she ever kissed the man behind the black card. The hotel suite Asher was staying in overlooked the skyline of Singapore, all chrome towers and glass, buzzing with power and motion like the boardrooms he’d been living in since landing.

In a low tone, she replied, “Bad guys are too much about themselves. And when they decide to break your heart, they shall do it without remorse. They shall leave you behind like you meant nothing to them. Personally, I know what a broken heart feels like, and the truth is told, that is a fatal feeling that can kill you for sure.” She closed the car door and locked her seatbelt. “What’s so interesting?” she asked, her gaze on me and the device in my hand. “I just found this recording of you on YouTube. You never mentioned your heart getting broken before.” I looked at her, her face still looking as beautiful as she was in the morning. She stared at me in confusion before she snatched the phon

Before long, the sounds coming from the footage made it impossible to misunderstand what had happened. "Oh my god… No wonder Rose wanted to break up. Mr. Smith cheated!" "I knew there was something off about Sheila. She really is the other woman!" "That's disgusting. Doing something like that in the lab? How am I supposed to work here now? I feel sick…"

I promise. "Ashley stop!" Kevyn said angrily. "You have no right to yell at him!" Drake said angrily too. "I can't believe you hit that dumbass." Kevy promised me. "Why not? I'm single so it's okay. I'm not like you that even though you're still in a relationship there's a woman, I'm not like you that your own sister was beaten and taken away by your girlfriend. You just proved it even more mine that you're not worth it at all." I said and then I turned to the girl with him. "Keep a close eye on your boyfriend because you might be surprised to find another woman with him in the next few days. No relationship lasts long, especially if it's stolen, remember that. Well, you two are a good match

"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