The King Of Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

Just like the other one beside it. I scoff under my breath, letting the bottle clink against the table as I set it back down. I should feel triumphant. I should feel whole. But as I stare at the shattered remain s of my life I crashed, at the man who once promised me forever, at the woman who stole my life— All I feel is the bitter taste of something unfinished.

I was on cloud nine, nothing could ever be more great than this moment. Alexander gentle ran his finger tips up and down my spine as I lay breathless on his chest still strattling him. I didn't know of I was afraid to move or just couldn't "I think I'm broken" I whispered motionless. " Oh no I broke my fiance" Alexander laughed as he carefully rolled me on to the bed. "yea you broke me" I laughed trying to move. "I bet if I got you some food you'd move" he teased. "food would be nice" I nearly whispered.

After a broken engagement by a fiance’ who virtually disappeared it time to work until she was exhausted. But her workplace even held significant memories of Ross Kincaid. It was where he made his dramatic comeback into her life after his parents got her fired. Royal is also where he showed up with flowers to ask her to marry him in front of her coworkers. Tippa stared at the area where it all took place, a tall, slender, yet muscular guy who riveted her attention.

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”.

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

“I’m furious enough to burn his whole kingdom to the ground for free.” For the first time since I walked in, Remy blinked. “You didn’t know that,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “You thought this was about money. About your daddy’s will. You thought you were hiring a woman scorned.” I sat back down, slow, deliberate. Crossed my legs. Picked up the pen he’d left beside the contract. “I’m not scorned, Remy. I’m scorched. There’s a difference.” I clicked the pen at once.

The Kingbreaker noticed it too and gave a humorless smile. “Now you understand.” I frowned at him immediately. “Understand what?” He slowly walked forward through the ruins while speaking calmly. “Your mate was never simply a king.” Hunter’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Stop talking.” The Kingbreaker ignored him. "He was the devil himself__actually... He was worse."

They all call him by that behind his back. But he's a famous heartbreaker too. It's beyond countable how many girls' hearts have been broken by him. It's not that he cheated on them or left them after using them. It's that he never gives any response to their proposals. But still, girls are head over heels for him. The dream man of every girl. I don't know what they have seen in him that they are so crazy about him. I still haven't seen him yet. But I'm also curious to see who is the man who is the King of the hearts of every girl.

The massive mahogany table was still scattered with her plans, with the samples of lace and fabric for a wedding that felt like a story from someone else's life, a cruel joke played by a merciless fate. I picked up one of the creamy white invitations, its elegant script mocking me, and my hand was perfectly steady, my expression perfectly blank. Inside, where my heart should have been beating with grief or rage, there was nothing, just a cold, hollow, and endless void. She had not just broken my heart, she had ripped it out, taking the man I was becoming with her, leaving only the ashes, the cold, dead ashes of the king I thought I had escaped. The King of Ashes was back on his throne, and h

His eyes widened in disbelief before curving into total devastation, Lorenzo wondered if the man had merely misheard him. “Your Majesty, are you alright?” he asked. The king, looking as though he were about to faint, shook himself from his mental stupor and cleared his throat. His voice was graveled and low. “I...I’m fine...But, y-you...You said that your mother,” he stammered. “She’s dead?” He’d lost his mate—his one true fated mate. And didn’t even know it. The guilt and pain that rotted in his chest, surrounding his broken heart, ate him like an illness that would never be cured.