The Heartbreak Diary Novels & Stories

With that I went to the washroom, closing the door and covering my mouth so that he didn't hear me cry . I leaned on the door and cried with a broken heart . I realised that no matter what I will always end up alone and heart broken maybe God didn't write love in my fate . Saad p.o.v I saw her going inside the washroom while the tears slipped from his eyes . Flash back . I said as I flipped the page of her diary.

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

David; ‘Dear Diary; I’m scared. I think Dimitri is going to hurt me. He’s… I thought I understood him, but I was wrong. He is messed up. The way his mind works is alarming. I thought it was just his way of showing love before, but I was wrong. I think I want to break up with him… But I don’t know how to tell him. Or even if to tell him. I’m scared. I’m… I’m really scared.’

Slipping out of the dress, I looked for a shirt, all of them were white, I barely had a choice to be honest and wore a random shirt, of course white. Rummaging through his closet, I opened a drawer, curiosity fueling my hands as I dived in with all due concentration. I found a diary with a broken heart imprinted on it. My nonchalant self didn’t flinch before ignoring the first page clearly saying, ‘do not touch’ and I turned the page. My eyes blinked in surprise, astounded by how pretty his handwriting is. An unconscious smile appeared on my face as I slowly made my way toward the bed.

I then I grab the backpack I wore yesterday and went downstairs to grab some breakfast. When I enter the kitchen mom is not in here so I grab a packet of pop tarts and began to eat it while I walk to my car. I drive out of the garage and turn on the radio. Bubblegum Bitch is on and on my way to pick up Emery I sing to the lyrics. Oh, dear diary, I met a boy He made my doll heart light up with joy Oh, dear diary, we fell apart Welcome to the life of Electra heart I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips

How would he make up for the baby I had lost? He might have forgotten it, but I would never forget! I dropped my gaze to the thick diary on the table—the one that had carried my heartache, my longing, and my shattered dreams. As I picked it up, a sharp pang stabbed through my heart. My wolf stirred in sympathy, but I ignored it. It was gone—any remnants of the affection that had once bound me to him. My fingers slid over the pages as if they were part of my muscle memory, remembering all the heartbreak I had written in these words. The diary had once been my solace, but now, it was nothing more than a record of my naivety and foolishness.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

Millions of people start their day, making coffee, checking emails, living ordinary lives where the hardest decision might be what to wear or where to eat lunch. I envied them. My phone buzzed with a text from Sofia: *The story goes live at 6 AM and there's no turning back now.* No turning back. In four hours, Aloe's private hell would become public entertainment. Her pain would be dissected by strangers, her choices questioned by people who'd never faced a fraction of her impossible circumstances. And it was my fault.

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

The words cracked as if they hurt to speak. His gaze lingered on the photograph — her eyes, her smile — and for the first time, his voice broke completely. “It wasn’t… my fault.” But as he turned away, the diary on the floor shifted — its pages fluttering open on their own, stopping at a torn, half-written line: “If he ever finds out the truth…” The light above flickered again — and went out.