The Broken Hearted Book Novels & Stories

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

I had already lost my heart, it just a still piece of beating organ placed in my chest, it is broken, not completely free of emotion of affection and love but is trying hard to forget it's past and tormenting reality; the present. "I don't love you. I could not marry you. Why are you not understanding this Allen? We can't be married. How could you like me, even if you did like me, I am broken and miserable, my heart is badly bruised and it won't accept love and affection, it is scared of these sacred emotions. By talking about all this you are just tormenting me more."

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.

I’m so broken hearted. “do you have a sweet dessert there Dex?” I droll; and I’m bitter to Jeoff. I feel like peeing. The feeling of broken hearted or pregnant who will give birth anytime. WARNING: Hi Readers! Please don’t unlock the succeeding chapters. I need to edit some grammatical errors and please do understand. If this note has been removed, you may now continue! Thank you and have a happy new year! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel!

He recounted their shared past in soft whispers, trying with all his heart to stir something inside her, to bring back even a flicker of what once was. But her memory remained a blank slate. "Charles," she asked one day, her voice light with confusion, "what have I forgotten? Why does it feel like… like there's a hole in my heart?" Charles looked at her, his voice low and filled with ache. "Maya… you've forgotten someone. Someone who used to mean a great deal to you." She frowned, trying to reach into the void—but found nothing. "If he was really that important… how could I forget him? I only remember you."

Unbreak my heart ************** Elena's pov ************** My heart is broken, I feel shattered and incomplete. In one day I lost both my husband and my child. There are no words capable of explaining my heartbreak, for the past three days since Anthony walked out of my life with Emma my second twin, a part of me, died. "You mean he left with Emma to Liberia," Father asked repeatedly. "Yes, father," I said, choking from tears that streamed down my face.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

His heart were shattered into a million pieces. Daniel's heart was heavy and throbbing. He hated the pain he felt. He had never felt this heartbroken about anything. The last time he was heartbroken was when his mother had refused to get him the latest Nike air force shoe when he sixteen because he had done poorly in his math test. He as hurt and heartbroken that day but it was completely different now because it hurt more. He didn't loose a pair of Nike air force but this time he lad lost the most beautiful and perfect woman in the whole universe. It felt as if he had fallen into a cactus, and his heart had been punctured a million times over by tiny pins. It stung at first, but now it fe

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

I had long forgiven him for hurting me in the past and he showed me how much he loved me and how much he was willing to scarifice for me but I knew my conscience wouldn't let me be the reason for his dreams being sacrificed. I found a notepad and a pen by the side table close to my bed. I wiped my tears again walking over to grab the notepad and pen to write out my thoughts. I knew it would be difficult for me to move on again. I knew the feeling of being separated from one's lover. I had gone through that heartbreak and only I knew how it wasn't easy for me to move on. And now I was going to separate from the one that had managed to capture my heart. I once thought that no one could take Ch