Sweet Heartbreak Alexandra Moody Pdf Romane & Geschichten

Shouldn't she forget her past and step up with a new person who loves her more sincerely? But how can she love again? While her heart has been broken since the beginning by the man, and even Alexa has promised God that the man is the last man she will love, how can she give her heart to Theo, a new person, when her heart has no empty place left? Alexa turned her gaze to the glass on her side. The rain was getting heavier until the raindrops soaked the glass until it was dewy. Alexa's eyes only saw the blurred glass; she was like looking in the mirror now. Her heart was like this dewy glass; to say it was bright was not true, and to say it was dark too was not. Everything was gray. She was li

I tried my best to stay cool in front of her, but I couldn’t. Gradually my shoulders dropped. I thought I could do it alone. I thought I was strong enough to overcome it on my own, but I’m wrong. A pearl of tear escaped my eyes. I hugged my mother and didn’t speak for a while. I don’t think I have to say everything because she seems to have an idea I am going through right now. “Oh, sweetheart . . .” She quickly stroked my back and hair repeatedly. “I’m sorry, Mom. I am a failure,” I whimpered.

“Piper’s pride is her weakness. He would break that, and she’ll fall apart.” He studied me, his expression unreadable. “And if she doesn’t?” I met his gaze. “Then we destroy her. Completely. I want her name dragged through every screen and headline until she has nothing left. If she won’t bend, she’ll break.” He chuckled, a dark, quiet sound. “You’ve thought this through.” “Of course I have.” There was a pause. He stood, walking slowly toward me. “You know, Alexa, most people move on after heartbreak. They cry, drink wine, block numbers.”

I murmur into her lips, “I will always want you.” I kiss her again and we melt into one another. Kissing her is like drinking sunshine, warm and bright and pure. I can never get enough of her. When Alexa left with my Beta, Michael, I was broken, and devastated. It wasn't so much that she was having sex with my friend, although that was part of it, but that she had betrayed our trust by sneaking around. She abandoned us rather than talk and try to make things work. Rosalynd has never been anything but honest with me. She has never lied, never tried to hide who she is.

“There’s something beautiful waiting for you, Alex. Whether you find it tomorrow or years from now, I hope it’ll restore your faith in life. You deserve all the beauty and light in the world.” I meant every word. Beneath the icy shell, he was human like everyone else, and his broken heart broke mine a hundredfold. “There you go, romanticizing me again.” Alex didn’t move as I took another step toward him, but his eyes burned with intensity. “It’s too late for me, Sunshine. I destroy everything beautiful that comes into my life.” “I don’t believe that,” I said. “And that wasn’t romanticizing you. This is.” Before I could lose my nerve, I stood on tiptoes and kissed him.

“I know I won’t be able to make it… I… I’m scared that I won’t… have the chance to say this to you… if I don’t say it now…” Alex was heartbroken. He pressed his lips together tightly in sorrow. He wasn’t sure if he could save her. He hadn’t mastered much from the Ultimate Book of Medicine so he didn’t know what to do to cure heart failure from poisoning. “Alex, from… from the first day we met… when you smacked my behind, I… I’ve fallen deeply in love with you. I’ve always tried teasing you, hoping to sleep with you. But… I guess I don’t have the chance to anymore…”

Maybe I can find him there and tell him you are the best mommy in the whole world. I love you more than all the stars. Your Alex. *** May pressed the letter to her lips, her shoulders shaking. She had read it a thousand times, and it broke her a thousand different ways. "My sweet boy," she whispered into the quiet room. "My sweet, sweet boy." She sat there among the boxes, surrounded by the remnants of a life she had loved more than her own, and let the grief wash over her. Not just for Alex—though that grief would never fully leave—but for what was coming.