The Heartbreak Diary Novels & Stories

Sister Grace's POV I am alone in the chapel, and it is long after midnight mass. the candles upon the altar burn low. My habit clings to my body It hides my curves, yet I can feel the burning heat inside me. All these years I have kept my vows, but tonight, I break them. Father Elias is at the altar, arranging the relics - a silver chalice, the small golden cross, the embroidered cloth. He is tall; his black robe outlines his strong body. I look at him,

With my baby's ashes in tow, I saw breathtaking landscapes I'd never witnessed before. It wasn't until George Halloway, a photography enthusiast, approached me that I broke out of my silence. "Is that someone you lost?" he asked gently. "You look heartbroken." He handed me a photo he had just taken. In it, I was sitting with the urn in my arms, gazing into the distance. I forced a faint smile. "That's… my unborn child."

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE PHASE ONE When Diane and I were younger, we used to sit for hours imagining what heartbreak was supposed to feel like, discussing it with the dramatic seriousness only teenagers can manage. Back then we had been absolutely convinced that heartbreak was a temporary inconvenience rather than the soul-crushing experience it actually turns out to be. We had watched what must have been hundreds of chick flicks and high school romance movies together, and every single one of them made the entire process of getting over someone look ridiculously simple. According to those films, all a girl needed to recover from a devastating breakup was a few nights spent crying through a couple

All the moments we spent together had been wiped off. I remember he had a diary. I'd read some of it before our last breakup. What I'd read had been part of the reasons I'd broken up with him. It was too intense. If he saw the diary now, he'd get confused and his heart would remember again and undo the memory tweak. Which would mean I'd have lost my wolf for nothing. I had to get rid of the diary. And any other thing that would make him remember what we were. I would have to get rid of myself too. Dean had said him seeing me everyday had made his heart remember.

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.

"Rachel, sometimes life doesn't go according to plan; you can’t control how you feel for Darius. My brows furrowed. “I don’t feel anything for Darius. Don’t get the wrong idea, please. I have already gotten my heart broken once, and by his bloodline, I’ll be damned to repeat the same mistake. Diana growled, “The sooner you accept this, the better, so don’t try to avoid this, princess,” she winked. But instead, I broke into sobs, feeling my emotions boil to the peak. She drew me in for a hug. “Oh, come on.” She ran her hands on my back as I cried.

He had turned a small mistake into a big one. My hand gripped the doorknob as I watched Nathan look at Christopher with admiration. I decided to leave them to it. Nathan loved and respected Christopher. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I couldn’t remember how I returned home that day, lost and despondent. But I clearly remembered Nathan’s look of disdain when they came back. The grievances, heartache, and resentment all choked up in my chest. I couldn’t stop the tears welling up in my eyes.

She turned slightly on the couch, so that she could look at me better before continuing with what she was saying. “What you did broke her heart. She wasn’t the same girl for years. We were all so happy when she went off to college and started to date. The light was finally starting to come back to her eyes, but then David died. I watched as she suffered in silence while trying to put on a brave face for Kathy. Well, during this time, she met a man named Anthony Hutchinson. He was great in the beginning. They got married fairly quickly and that’s when it all started to changed, I guess. I don’t know all of the details, and it’s not my place to tell you the ones that I do know, I honestly shou

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.