The Broken Hearts Club Book Novels & Stories

Aurora had always imagined heartbreak would feel like a sharp, sudden pain, like a knife to the chest, immediate and devastating. As she stood frozen in the doorway of the dimly lit apartment she had shared with Shawn for the last three years; she realized heartbreak wasn’t always so dramatic. Sometimes, it was quiet, and slow; almost a numb, creeping sensation that started at the edges of her mind and worked its way inward, wrapping around her like a vice.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Though surrounded by a crowd, Selina, protected by Nestor, felt an inexplicable sense of safety and security. Even if the sky were to fall, there was a tall person to hold it up. Selina lowered her head, her gaze falling on the hands on her arms. Long fingers, distinct knuckles. Looking closely, she noticed many faint pink scars on the skin, marring those hands that seemed perfectly sculpted. Selina's heart ached uncontrollably. The past, buried deep in her memories and unwilling to be revisited, burst forth like opening Pandora's box, spilling out uncontrollably.

I set my jaw and walked off. I did not want to be there anymore. I grabbed my bag, pushed through the crowd and left, the noise of the club following me until I felt it release. The walk home was cold and quick. The second I stepped into my flat I sank to the floor and let myself break down properly. He had broken my heart without ever seeming to know he had done it.

He then furiously beat Flora until she miscarried. After being taken to the hospital, Flora died not long after. Thereafter, Adrian lost both his pup and his mate and suffered a tremendous psychological and emotional blow. He was soon imprisoned in the pack's jail for intentional homicide. Meanwhile, life for Blaise and me became increasingly fulfilling. I gradually healed from my past wounds, and together with Blaise, we nurtured many pups. In fact, we became the happy couple that everyone admired.

However, it had gone cold. As I didn't have the strength to hold the cup steady, it hit the floor and shattered into pieces. Just then, my phone buzzed nonstop with messages from the work group chat. "Quick, check social media. Did Mr. Bender just announce he's dating Ms. Hubbard?" The word "dating" hit me like a knife to the heart. With trembling hands, I clicked into Lily's profile. She'd posted a photo of a gemstone necklace with the caption, "First month with my boyfriend and I'm already getting such an expensive present! I'm so happy!"

"To all men in the world… Think twice before breaking a promise to a woman. Never hurt a woman, because you never know what she may become. Their hearts are fragile; treat them like eggs. They care deeply about the men they love, but once you're off their list, your existence or demise means nothing to them anymore… "If a broken woman seeks revenge, be prepared to face the worst fate. Women are the salt of the earth; the sweeteners of the universe. Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable…

Up in the glass box, Eve’s monitor flashed a critical warning. **HEART RATE: 202 BPM.** Terry didn't just feel the insult; he felt the universe tilt on its axis. It wasn't the attack on his hockey career. It wasn't the cheap shots to his knee. It was the vile, calculated desecration of Eve—the woman who had bared her soul to him in the quiet sanctuary of the penthouse, the brilliant, fiercely independent mind reduced to a corporate pawn by men who didn't deserve to speak her name.

“Why did you…” “That’s nothing,” he coldly told me. “It’s not that you’ll read it anyway.” “But I…” I couldn’t be able to finish my sentence. “Tell me.” I bit my bottom lip while gripping my books on my arms tightly like I’m getting a support from it. “It’s not that you’ll understand it anyway.” I uttered, mimicking what he said a while ago. When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other. I often read that quote. But whenever I tried to believe it, I just couldn’t.