The Heartbreak Diary Novels & Stories

I'd count down the days until he might come over again, heart slamming against my ribs the second the doorbell rang. My old diaries were proof of how pathetic I was,pages filled with his name in bubble letters, surrounded by lopsided hearts and mortifying details: the color of his shirt that day, how his laugh made my stomach flip, the way he smelled when he walked past me in the hallway. I only tried to kill it when I got to college and the rumors started rolling in. Denver the heartbreaker. Denver the guy who could charm a girl out of her clothes in one night and ghost her by morning.

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.

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

Aditi was seating on her bed as her hand-carried a pen that was scribbling on her personal diary as her tears fell apart. 09.05.20xx, I tried...I tried everything I could, No matter how many messages I left you, you won't even care to message me back...you cold-hearted jerk. No...Sorry, you are not cold-hearted I take my words back. But why did you go back? Will you come back again? Will you ever know there is a girl called Anvi who secretly liked you, like you, and will also do...? Will you ever know...that from the moment I saw you...I fell head over heels for you. Anan...this so-called diary which I'm writing to you...will it ever reach you...?", The entry ended...her tear fell off from h

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

He looked at me hurt. "Mia," he began. "DON'T." I burst out, "DON'T YOU DARE! I SLAPPED THE GUY I LOVED BECAUSE OF YOU! I GOT MY HEART BROKEN BECAUSE OF YOU! DAMIEN IS LEAVING ME BECAUSE OF YOU!" I laughed humourlessly, "I was such a blind person." I held onto my hair tight, "such a blind person to not see this! Your true side...I always thought of you as the guy who could never harm anyone...BUT YOU ARE A MONSTER. HOW CAN YOU ENJOY PLAYING WITH PEOPLE'S FEELINGS. HOW CAN YOU BE SO RUTHLESS."

I need to know what exactly she mean by heartbroken, I have seen her writing diary daily, if I steal it, I can know many things through it, it's a good idea she went to shower, I searched her bag and found her diary, I took it and went to my study and locked the door to read her secrets peacefully I'm so bad, I'm invading her privacy, but I'm helpless I need to know what's in her heart, so I should do this stupid thing I tried to open the diary but it has a number lock, I used her birthday and birth month but it didn't opened, I used her year of birth it also didn't worked I used her friends birthdays and everything nothing worked, for a trial I thought of checking my birthday, I know she wo

As the first faint, pale grey light of dawn began to bleed through the edges of the blackout curtains, Eve stared into the shadows of his room, her heart hammering a dark, chaotic rhythm that no equation in the world could ever fix. For the first time in her life, Eve Brooks stopped running the math. She simply closed her eyes, held his hand tight, and let herself fall.

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!"

But as he steps back, his voice drops to a whisper. “I love you.” Then the mattress rises as he leaves, the soft click of the door the only sound in the quiet room. I sit there, gripping onto myself, forcing my breathing to slow. Only when I’m sure he’s gone do I finally let go. My entire body trembles as the dam inside me breaks. Heaving sobs rip through me, curling me into myself, choking me. I don’t know how long I stay like this—minutes, hours—until a gentle knock at the door pulls me from my anguish.