The Broken Hearts Club Book Novels & Stories

But for the first time, I’m not running. She closed the book and lay back, staring at the ceiling. Two cities. Two broken hearts. Both still standing. And neither healed yet.

Right now… Paranoia isn’t a feeling anymore, It’s sadly now a habit. 42nd and 8th at 5:58 AM is dead. I can only see street cleaners, one cab and a guy sleeping on the pavement. Walking into the coffee shop, it smells like burnt espresso and rain when I push the door open. Eli’s already there at the corner of the cáfe. The hood of his sweater is up, his laptop open and his back… to the wall. He looks older in person. With dark circles enveloping his eyes and hands that don’t stop dancing on the keyboards.

he said, voice low and full of that sick kind of admiration. I focused on keeping my gaze steady, making sure they couldn’t see how weak I felt at that moment. Because even though I looked like something desirable in their eyes, my soul had never felt more broken. Tonight, I was what they wanted. And as much as I hated it, I had to be. For now. The club was a world of its own, hidden in the shadows of an unmarked street, like it wanted to stay anonymous despite the opulence spilling from every corner. The building had a discreet facade, almost like a modern palace, with subtle lights that created an atmosphere of mystery.

Love, Diana PS This book can be read standalone but to truly understand the story well, I would suggest you read the 2nd book starting with chapter 35. **Synopsis** *Series 3: The Billionaire Scorned Bride (Broken series)* Thrown away by her husband like some mere trash, gentle Alice Marie Hall find healing in foreign land for four years before she finally returns to settle whatever debt Harrison Walton still have over her. Unlike Alice, her returns brings joy into Harry's heart as he wants nothing more but to make up for the sins he had committed against his wife.

As we entered into the dimly lit club, I concluded to myself that maybe I do need a little distraction for tonight. Making my way to one of the bar stools, I ordered myself a glass of martini as Andy and Sophie disappeared almost immediately. So much for wanting me to have fun. Sophie worked the night shift at the Rebel Wolves club. While she served, Andy stood at the other end, acting like a protector. This was the kind of love story I envisioned for myself; a love where I finally felt secure, but I guess this kind of love was not reserved for people like me. At least not anymore, I am too broken for any kind of love. As the music blared through the speakers, my phone chimed with a text and

He was at work and I was trying to catch up on my studies. It sucked! My heart was aching, and although I’d never experienced heartache before, I knew that this was it! This was the sickness that was called heartbreak, and the only cure was time. Excruciating long seconds that eventually turned to minutes and hours... Grace was nowhere to be found – and surprise, surprise: neither was Prez! – and seeing that most of the men were at the club tonight, Ashly and the others were busy making themselves come on a biker’s cock.

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❤️

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

kapoor, you didn't get me I guess, I just need your help in helping me keep the two projects that I already have," She looked into his eyes, holding up to the shattered pieces of pride left within her Just like a crushed glass cannot be put together, so can a fractured pride not be put together All Hearts!!