Tears Of Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

My heartbreak feels cold. It's like concrete drying in my chest. Perhaps the worst part is that the heartbreak is unexpected, as is always is; top of the world one minute and cut down the next. I feel like my heart is literally cracking in two, leaving a massive, gaping hole in my chest. Tears stab at my eyes, making my vision go blurry, but Alex does not even notice, his eyes stamped onto his beautiful erasthai. I feel my heartbeat rising, and my breathing becoming shallower, but before the tears can leak from my eyes, I jump up and bolt away into the forest behind the shimmering lake. I keep running and running, sobbing quietly, before I trip and land face first onto the dusty forest floor

Her cheeks streaked from tears she had tried to hide. Her breath unsteady. Her eyes lifted to mine. Broken. Shattered. Searching desperately for something she was terrified no longer existed. Trust. Hope. Me. My heart tore open. I brushed my thumb across her cheek tenderly, wiping a tear I wished had never fallen. And in that moment, with her trembling beneath my touch, with her pain reflecting all the agony inside me, with her heart fighting its own desire, there was only one thing left in this world that I could do.

I clutched at my chest, desperately trying to hold the shattered pieces of my heart together. Every tear that fell carried with it a fragment of my broken dreams, a piece of the love that had once blossomed inside me. I cried not only for the betrayal I had witnessed, but also for the loss of the future I had imagined with Lucian. All the hopes and dreams I had held close were now crumbling before my eyes.

Tears overflowed my heated eyes again. He tensed, “Oh, no. Are you crying again?” worry laced his tone. I buried my face further on his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. He patted my back, “It breaks my heart to hear you cry. It feels like I’m getting burnt alive. Stop, please.” He pleaded, ripping my torn heart even further.

" I shut my eyes but I knew fully well, there was no sleep coming for me that night. And maybe all the nights of my life with the way heart was heavy like it could never recover. No later than a few seconds, I broke down in silent tears. My tears never stopped running, it was a talent– I would call it so. By morning, my pillows was soaked and stained with the pangs of my heart.

Every emotion I had been drowning in, fear, longing, guilt, fury, love, broke to the surface at once, crashing through my chest like a violent tide. I pulled back just enough to cup her face. Her skin was warm. Her cheeks streaked from tears she had tried to hide. Her breath unsteady. Her eyes lifted to mine. Broken. Shattered. Searching desperately for something she was terrified no longer existed. Trust. Hope. Me. My heart tore open. I brushed my thumb across her cheek tenderly, wiping a tear I wished had never fallen. And in that moment, with her trembling beneath my touch, with her pain reflecting all the agony inside me,

Tesot bellowed in a savage rage. It was hard. Her world was breaking apart. She walked out of the house and when she had made a few steps she turned and gazed about the two houses that for the last three years she had thought of as her permanent home. Now she was being forced to give it up. Tears sprang to her eyes, slowly snaking down her cheeks; tears of agony. She could not fight them back. She let them flow. She did not want to leave. A tremendous bond held her to the place. Breaking it was so agonizing. She took a handkerchief to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

His eyes filled with unshed tears. "I'm sorry, Cat. I didn’t know you were pregnant..." I gave him a bitter smile as tears slipped down my cheeks. "It’s not that you didn’t know. You just didn’t want to believe me. Just like how Patrick treated Sarah." Patrick stayed silent. At that moment, the door creaked open, and Patrick’s assistant entered, carrying a small box. "Mr. Patrick Brosnan, this was delivered to the house. I didn’t dare open it, so I brought it to you."

Roland barked. I burst into uncontrollable tears as my knees fell to the ground immediately. I wouldn't let him go like that. I loved him with all my heart and begging for his love in front of everyone is the least I can do to prove it. What would happen to me then? My life was already screwed from being born as an Omega, what would I do without him. "Psst.....Shameless woman" I heard someone say. I shot a dirty glance to the direction the sound came from and ignored it. Ladies were already gossiping and whispering in low tunes.

The tears fell harder, her body wracked with anguish, as she realized she had no choice at all. She was at Collins' mercy, and that was a terrifying thought. She thought about her mom, her dear sweet mom, who had always been her rock, her confidante. She thought about Stacy, her best friend, who had always been there for her. But they were both gone, out of reach, and she was alone, alone with her thoughts, alone with her fears. The tears kept falling, a never-ending deluge of sorrow and despair. Isabelle woke up with a start, her eyes swollen and her body aching from the hard floor. She had cried herself to sleep, exhausted from the emotional turmoil. Rose, sensing her distress, had curled