Novel & Cerita She's A Heartbreaker

Hi guys. I hope you are enjoying this book. Just to let you know that this book is actual a sequel. There are three-in-one series about three sisters - Diane, Malvika and Natasha. The first book, 'Unrequited Love' is about Diane and it's been published on Goodnovel. You can check my profile page. 'Broken Hearts' is the second book about Natasha. The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts.

This city's gonna break my heart (hey, yeah) She's always gonna break your heart Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh This city's gonna break my heart, hey She's always gonna break your heart....❤ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

It didn’t tear through me. That could only mean one thing. She found her way back into my heart. And now, she was breaking it all over again. Guess that’s what I get. Karma’s a bitch.

Saying that I walked off from there. "You didn't tell her those things, did you?" As soon as I reached there to sit in my place Devid asked me instantly. "Yes." He gasped and covered his mouth. "You broke my heart, Bastian." Disapprovement was clear on Adam's face. "What can you expect from a person like him? He's known as the heartbreaker." Kevin shook his head with disappointment. "Let's wait for her answer," Devid said and looked at the stairs waiting for her arrival.

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

my heart lies with you just give me back my tears in vain just unbreak my heart my love and all the things that caused the pain come back and give me back your hug come back and give my love to me I can't live a single day without you you were my destiny you left me broken in thousand pieces and it reflects nothing to see I can't love again in life with all that is left is pain ◇PARV POV◇ What she mean she likes him am I the fool here loving her for all these years I loved her more than anything how can you do this candy he hurted you bloody he slapped but you said you like him

Not by his choice. Not by anyone’s. Her heart might bleed, but her crown would not fall. Let them see her cracked. Let them see her scarred. But let them never see her break. Not again.

She sobbed profusely, tightening the blanket to her chest as if trying to hold her bleeding heart. "Even his brother warned me but I suddenly became so deluded that I know him better than anyone will ever do! I let him get into my head and mess with it and now…now I'm the only one suffering the heartbreak because…because he doesn't have a heart talk more of getting it broken." She sniffled, wiping her running nose with the blanket. "Yesterday, I heard the worst things about myself and I stood and cried as men watched my half-naked body which Cruz captured on camera." She lamented while Leah just gawked at her in shock.

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

Ben hissed, looking around the diner. “What? It’s true!” she said, sniffling. “The forbidden teacher affair! The blackmail! The fake-dating lessons that turn real! The possessive jersey! The tragic misunderstanding and breakup! It’s got everything!” She fanned herself with a napkin. “I’m emotionally compromised.” I couldn’t help it. I laughed. A real, genuine laugh. Seeing my trauma through Maya’s dramatic lens somehow made it feel smaller. Less like a world-ending catastrophe and more like a really intense, poorly plotted chapter in my life.