She's A Heartbreaker Novels & Stories

I plead with her but she only cries harder as if she is hurting very badly. "I am not lucky enough to be loved by someone Anu and my mind have accepted it very long time ago. But still, my heart is not believing it. My heart wants to be loved by someone, my heart wants to be cherished by someone. But I know no one will want to love a girl like me. I am a spoiled girl who only knows how to ruin anyone's life so I have accepted that I will be all alone in my life." She says looking helplessly at me. I hug her while rubbing her back trying to console her.

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

Roberta sighed and shook her head, “Finding a partner that is right for you is so hard, it’s harder than going to the moon honestly. You don’t have to feel miserable, we are all struggling with our love lives, it’s a mess everywhere.” I appreciated her encouragement so I stopped crying, she wiped the tears under my eyes and smiled, “You will be fine, we will all be fine. When you are ready let me know, I will try and set you up with someone else.” she said. In my bed that night, I could feel nothing but pain. One thing I have noticed after suffering from two heartbreaks is that the pain gets worse at night. Even in my dreams, I was crying, I needed Ralph back with me.

“Because people use the ones they claim to love. And in the end, you’re left with pieces of your heart. Shards that can never be put back. That’s what you should know, Alexa. Love… sucks.” The resignation in my voice silences her. Her gaze softens. Her eyes, so much like Ashley’s, yet so different, hold something warm. Not cold. Not calculating. Like Ashley's. “Your heart was broken,” she says gently. It’s not a question. I give a brittle laugh. She’s perceptive. I’ll give her that. I don’t answer. Instead, I step closer. Her scent, flowers and chocolate, floods my senses. I store it somewhere deep inside me.

On the day Adrian attacked me, shaken by the experience, I finally understood my true feelings for Samantha. Just as I was preparing to confess, Samantha interrupted, "Why wait for you to confess? I like you, Lucas. Would you be my boyfriend?" The sunset that evening had been particularly beautiful, and it had felt like love had found its way back into my life. It was only then that I learned Samantha was actually the CEO of Carter Group. After I returned home, she realized it wasn't just my cooking she missed—it was me. That was why she'd bought the apartment across from mine, hoping to stage an accidental reunion. Instead, she'd walked in just as Sophia caused a drunken scene.

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

She felt like the most pathetic person on earth. - After Halsey left, Gilbert and Sienna parted ways.

Not hesitation. It is satisfaction. “I’ll remind you now,” I murmur, stepping in close, my voice a whisper against her ear. “You said you wanted this.” She doesn’t blink. “And I meant it.” My chest tightens at her words, something dark and possessive unfurling inside me. This is the Aurora I’ve been waiting to see—the one who has been forged in the fires of suffering, who has emerged from the wreckage of her past harder, sharper. A queen in the making.

Her heartbreaking into a million pieces. She broke him. She broke him again. I*******m- Buee_Dreams64

A heart breaker a day to wipe the smirk away. If Mr Hotshot Playboy wanted to play the game in thirty days, she could up her game to match his. It was time to bring up her charts and records. When the thirty days was up, she would be standing on the crumbles of his heart, reputation, ego and Willis Reeler won't know what hit him.