The Break-up Quote Novels & Stories

You're throwing me away like I didn't mean anything? Henry got up slowly from his chair. The firelight cast a shadow over half of his face, making it hard to interpret his eyes. Henry said, "The contract is over now." You will get your money. "Pack your bags." Georgia (shaking her head): "No." I won't leave just because she said so. We had a deal. "You can change agreements." Georgia (voice breaking): "And what about feelings? Can they also be rewritten? Or are you saying that you never cared about me?

He finally spoke after fighting the words out of his throat. “Remember when I told you that I would grant you a wish whatever it was that you needed?” he asked. I remembered that he told me to take my time to think of what I need so I nodded my head. His eye brows slowly and sorrowfully getting pushed together, he said “Let’s break up!”…

"Now let me ask you again. What are you looking for?" I took a deep breath. There was no point denying it anymore. I would only embarrass myself further. "I’m looking for something I can use to break you," I admitted while staring straight into his eyes. There was no turning back now. "Remember what I told you back in the cafeteria? I said I’d make you fall in love with me so I could break you. That’s my end goal, and I just thought maybe I could skip ahead and get straight to the ending of our deal."

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

I broke up with Andrew as fast as I could. I returned every gift he had ever given me, packed my things, and moved out of the apartment we had shared. In the shortest time possible, I cut every tie between us. However, to him, I was just being dramatic. He kept coming after me, complaining again and again. "Over one experiment? You're really breaking up with me over that? I already bought the diamond ring. I was going to propose to you, and this is how you treat me?"

Because the truth was sitting all over me. Romane leaned closer slowly, his expensive cologne wrapping around me like smoke. “But,” he said softly, “you’re still the badass girl I used to know. The way you survive… it’s incredible, my love.” The car continued moving through the glowing streets while my heartbeat kept stumbling harder against my ribs. “We're no longer lovers,” I whispered. This time, his expression finally changed. “You made me a promise six years ago,” he said quietly. “And unlike you, Kitty Cat…” His fingers brushed once against my chin, forcing me to hold his gaze. “I never forgot.”

"I did all of this for you... for us..." ​"Yes, defective! The doctor told me you won't be able to get pregnant ever again! And now, this stunt of yours has cost me my first and last child with you!" He hurled his final, cutting words into her face, then turned toward the door with absolute coldness, saying, "The hospital wants the discharge papers and the bill paid... Figure it out yourself. I am not prepared to pay a single penny for the murderer of my son."

Third Person POV At the Smith Group's charity banquet, Jason held Susan's hand and stood under the spotlight, basking in flattery. Suddenly, the screen went black, and a statement appeared on a red background. It was a divorce notice—Charlotte's request to formally sever all ties, issued through her lawyer. Next, a clear ultrasound scan was shown, accompanied by an audio recording. "Take her blood. She's tough, so she won't die from donating some blood." Jason's cold voice echoed through the speakers to every corner of the banquet hall.

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

"Are you the one rushing to get divorced, or is Isaac eager to have you free? You can't wait to throw yourself at him, can you? Well, I won't let you have your way. What can you do about it?" "Weren't we already in agreement yesterday?" I struggled hard but couldn't break free. I glared at him. "You're a grown man. How can you go back on your word?" "Go back on my word?" He scoffed. "Who was it who promised me that if I dropped the lawsuit and spared the York family, we would begin again? Josie, be honest. In all this time, has it ever crossed your mind for a single second to start over with me? So tell me, who broke their word first?"