Sweet Heartbreak Novels & Stories

And just like that, the noise around us disappeared. When I pulled back slightly, my lips still close to his, my breath uneven, I looked into his eyes. “Is it still sour?” I asked softly. His gaze dropped briefly to my lips, then back to my eyes. “No,” he said quietly. "Love isn't that sour," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion as tears finally escaped, tracing paths down my cheeks. "It's not supposed to be. It's supposed to be sweet, even when it hurts. Even when it breaks you. But this... this was sour from the beginning, wasn't it? And I was too blind to taste it."

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It was a beautiful, tragic dance of two broken souls finding solace in each other's arms. The taste of her was a mix of salt from our tears and the faint scent of coffee. Her hands moved from my face, one to the back of my neck, the other to my waist, pulling me closer. It was a kiss of healing, a shared moment of pain and hope. It wasn't the kind of fire I had felt with Ethan, the kind that had burned me to the core. This was a slow, steady burn, a quiet warmth that promised to never leave. It was a promise in the dark.

He let the seed through, and it cut through him, planting its roots in Akana’s heart. He squeezed Sidastir's hand. In a brief moment, every infinity came rushing back to Akana. His mana, how he felt a burning passion and love for Sidastir, Sen, and the poison. For a minute, the poison was filled him up, but love felt like a cure. It was beautiful but ephemeral. The last thing Akana saw was the silver flash in his eyes.

She turned around, and he opened his arms, and she walked into them and fell apart. He didn’t think. He didn’t have too. He picked Scar up and brought her to the couch, where he sat her in his lap and stroked her hair and her back as she just cried. He was trying to follow along with her words, but half of them didn’t make any sense. He was more apt to chuckle. “Sweetheart. Breathe, my dear. I cannot fix a problem I don’t understand.” Maverick calmly stated as he kissed her temple gently.

After all, I was always the sick, fragile child. As a child, though Oscar and I were enrolled in almost the same activities, mine were limited to an extent because of my health condition. When my father destroyed my blue ribbon from my drawing contest, I had resorted to self harm. My heart break that day was soul crushing, till date I still feel the pain because crushed along with that ribbon was a piece of my heart, my soul. I could feel the life slipping through me as voices echoed around me. Vivid flashbacks of that day came back to me in haunting pieces. I could feel myself reliving that moment, muttering the only words that knew my lips that moment, "I'm sorry."

If Sarah thinks she will trick me again, she is making the biggest mistake of her life. Once, bitten twice shy, the saying goes. I cannot allow her to use me again. I will not allow anybody to use me again. I see her drive away, and I think I better follow her because I need to find out what she is up to. She dressed around a corner, and she stopped. I stop further away so that she does not see me. Sarah puts her head on the steering wheel of her car and starts crying. Did she know that I was following her? Is she trying to soften my heart? I am not going to fall for her tricks again. If she thinks she can soften me with tears, she is making the biggest mistake of her life.

Her very loud, annoying and beautiful sister was getting married while she just got her heart broken by her boyfriend of five years. Nobody cared how she was feeling, they all just wanted to make the day perfect for little miss perfect and she was there to do everyone's bidding. She sighed deeply and picked up her phone to read his breakup message to her again seeking for the real reason he had left, his message had just stated that he was tired of the relationship and they weren't compatible. He had ended the message with "best of luck", like who ends a breakup text with best of luck but that was what Jakes her boyfriend had done.

Only one way to find out… "James?" "Yes, sweetheart." Sweetheart. His sweetheart. "Bite me. I need to feel you. I want you." "Grace." A groan. "You tempt me. I shouldn’t. Tell me to stop, or I wouldn’t be able to stop myself." He hissed.

If Douglass contacted him first, Mitch was willing to attempt a calm conversation to properly conclude their relationship. It wouldn't be bad if Douglass learned something from the end of this relationship. After all, he had been sickly as a child and was born as the youngest in a wealthy family, always getting his way. Perhaps that's why he couldn't accept a breakup he didn't want. 'And don't be sorry about the sleeping pills. I was just dizzy at first, but felt fine soon after.' Moreover, Mitch himself hadn't behaved perfectly either. He had drugged his boyfriend with sleeping pills in his drink.