The Broken Hearts Gallery Cast Novels & Stories

“What? You think I'm going to destroy your boyfriend’s pretty face? Calm your heart. I think my husbandly duties are finished.” “Ethan I'm not in love with him,” I tried to assure him, whispering out as loud as possible. “Well that helps a lot,” he said sarcastically and then left. I sank to the floor once again, feeling everything in me tear apart. I buried my face in my hands and just let the tears out. Guilt was something I had dealt with my whole life, as at a certain point in my life I had actually believed I killed my birth mother, but the fact that it was familiar didn’t

Aleck yelled in anger. I flinched at his words. Everything was really sudden and I tried to explain but they weren't taking any of that. The others looked at me in disgust and pretended to whisper to each other, even though it was clearly audible. "Did you see? Rai's in the news!" "He murdered his mother and his 2 year old sister! Can you believe it?!" "He's a heartless monster! How could he do that to a 2 year old girl?" "He's as horrible as sin! Look at those bodies!"

Everything is just a fucking lie. Zachary heard his own heart shattering along with the loud crashing of the glass vase he had just thrown against the wall. He felt like his chest was being stabbed repeatedly as he slowly slid down against the wall, burning tears flowing out of his eyes like waterfalls. Each tear stung as it reminded him slowly of each day he and Kathryn had spent together happily. Gripping onto his clothes, Zachary screamed his lover's name once more, feeling his lips and shoulders shake vehemently at the silent whispers of a repeatedly uttered ghost name.

I want her to know I am not dead but still alive," he said and sat on the couch. "Of course you are still alive. Who said you were dead?" Vivian tried to calm down. "Well, that is what I heard," he replied and looked around. His office has really changed. His pictures, which were displayed and hung on the wall, have been removed. His favorite awards have been removed and replaced by Vivian’s. He was enraged, but he kept his cool. There was no emotion shown on his handsome face. "It was because, to me, you are already dead," she replied.

A sharp, heart-wrenching crash echoed through the empty, silent exhibit hall. That priceless national treasure, the culmination of countless hours of dedication, was shattered into pieces right before my eyes. The serene musician figurine was reduced to a pile of cold shards, its centuries-old melody silenced forever. My heartbeat nearly stopped. The world fell into dead silence. I stared blankly at the fragments, feeling as if all the blood had drained from my body. My limbs went cold instantly. My ex-girlfriend, Cynthia Wyatt, strolled over with a frown, looking down at me with superior disdain and cold mockery in her eyes. "Come on! It's just a dumb clay doll. No need to look like you're

"This happened because Camilla is obsessed and dangerous. That is not your fault." "Is it not?" He moved to the window. "Everyone who gets close to me ends up damaged somehow. Jennifer. Rebecca. Now you." "I am not damaged." "Not yet." He turned, and the pain in his face was devastating. "But you will be. That is what I do, Hartley. I break things. Even when I am trying not to." I stood, crossing to where he stood. "Then maybe I am already broken. Maybe that is why I fit so perfectly into your fractured world."

"Thank you." "For what?" "For seeing me. For actually looking at my work and understanding what it means." "I should have done that from the beginning." "Yes. But you're doing it now. That counts." My phone rang. Maya. "Hey, what's up?" "Emergency. Claire's piece for the show cracked during transport. We need a replacement." "Shit. Okay, I'm coming." I hung up and looked at Damien apologetically. "Gallery crisis." "Go. I'll walk you back."

It had taken me a whole month to finish it. Every detail was filled with my hopes for our future. Now, it was covered in a layer of dust. No one cared. Just like our relationship. I walked over and picked up the sculpture. I lifted it high, then smashed it onto the floor. CRACK! Crystalline fragments scattered everywhere, glittering in the dark. Just like my shattered heart. My phone buzzed. A new notification from the pack's internal channel. Isabella had posted a video. I didn't want to watch it, but curiosity won.

I glanced down, my stomach dropping as I saw the caller ID—Sandra, Ashton’s assistant at the gallery. “Excuse me, I need to take this,” I said, my heart pounding as I answered the call, trying to steady my voice. “Hey, Sandra. What’s going on?” “I’m so sorry to be calling with this kind of news, but…” she hesitated, and I could hear the strain in her voice. “Someone broke into the gallery.” The words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt my breath hitch as my mind raced with a million thoughts. “What? Are you okay? Was anything taken?” I blurted out, anxiety clawing at my insides.

said Charlotte, dumbfounded. “Do you remember the heart painting in the gallery? I once said that the picture of my love for you was bigger than what I displayed at that time. Now I want to show the power of our love as big as the heart picture I just drew. Hopefully our hearts will be bigger than this heart image over time,” Gabriel said, rubbing his head gently. "I feel like playing in the water now." Charlotte's right leg accidentally shattered the image of her heart a little, so Gabriel pursed his lips.