The Broken Hearts Gallery Cast Novels & Stories

"Stop. Please. You're making it sound like... like I'm broken. Like you own the pieces. Like I can't talk to anyone without your permission, without it being a crack in some fortress you've built around us." I caught that hand too, trapping it against the steady thud of my heart—too fast, too raw, betraying the calm I projected. Her pulse synced with mine under my grip, erratic twins in a shared cage. "You are broken, Clara. Beautifully. Shattered in ways that make you luminous—edges sharp enough to cut, but light enough to let through. And yes—I own them. Because I found them first, scattered across that gallery floor when you dropped your portfolio and laughed it off like it was nothing. B

🎵 I trusted you completely, gave my all, But now I'm standing here, watching my world fall, In the rearview mirror, your image plays its part, Why did you choose to break my heart? Why did you choose to break my heart? Tore our love apart, like a work of dark art, Promises shattered, like fragments torn apart, Why did you choose to break my heart? 🎵 The memories we shared, now twisted and unclear, A silent whisper, a secret held so near, Your laughter echoes, a bittersweet refrain, I'm left with this ache, this never-ending pain. 🎵 I gave you all my love, my soul exposed, But behind my back, a story that no one knows,

He’d tear down every cold marble pillar and velvet drape if that’s what it took to build warmth around her again. He pulled back slowly, reluctantly, his hands still cradling her face. Her wide, dark brown eyes stared back, impossibly lost, swimming in a confusion so profound it carved fresh fissures into his already shattered heart. She didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Just… existed. A ghost inhabiting the ruins of the vibrant girl he’d known. The girl he’d loved with a ferocity that had terrified even him, a secret kept so deep it had festered. Seeing her like this, broken and blank, was a punishment worse than any exile.

Camille asked me so I followed what she pointed to and saw the dumb man smiling while holding a woman by the waist, I think this is what Drake, his ex, was saying. "I don't know? Maybe that's one of his flings." I said. "She's not pretty though, I didn't know that Kevyn's taste has changed." I laughed because of Camille's comment. Later, the fool came to us with the woman. "Oh hi Kevyn." Camille greeted him. "Hi Camille, how are you?" he asked more. "I'm still pretty, I didn't know you and Ash were already broke up." "A month ago, but we haven't talked properly, you know that's too bitter."

Though, a thousand of trembling hearts were beating restlessly in close proximity within this heaving ancient mall, and many of them, after all, would be aching in agony but his heartache was far worse than theirs. Considering all of the things, whether all of the good or the bad, that happened in his past, he was impotently reduced into nothing but an incapacitated marionette made out of fragile skins and broken bones with a deplorable heart from stitches of mismatched parts from varying textiles that were scraped out from the anguishing memories of all of his past lovers. Strange chromaticities of varying lights shone in between the crevices crisscrossing their own way inside his broken an

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

"I, Bridget William, reject you as my mate because you're always worthless to my heart" The room spun, and I felt my heart ripping apart. The finality of Bridget's words echoed in my ears, like a mournful dirge. And then she turned and left the stage, walking away from me, leaving me exposed and broken in front of everyone. Humiliation and devastation mingled, forming a storm that raged within me. I clutched my chest as if to hold the shattered pieces of my heart together, feeling a raw emptiness that seemed impossible to bear.

She pulled it out, yanked the hanger on the bed and threw the gown to me. “There you, go, baby. Try it on?” “You’re so excited for me. Thank you.” “If I don't stay excited for you, I’m worried that I would be jealous of you. You’re having all the fun and I’m here, stuck with papers and two broken hearts.” I pulled the gown over my head. “Two broken hearts? What’s does that even mean?” Turning around and facing my back to Lisa, I asked her to help me with the zip. “I have had one heart broken by Bridget and the other broken by this other person.”

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❤️

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."