Novel & Cerita The King Of Broken Hearts

Nathan assured me, his eyes soft as he looked at me, but I shook my head, the prince’s eyes resembled his father’s so much that it frightened me, just looking into them felt like the king was the one looking at me. “Love, Sebastian would never hurt you, you of all people know that, you told me that yourself” Nathan assured, having read my mind, he saw the fear that I was currently in, I knew that he hated it, and I knew that he wanted to do something about it, but the king had done his damage, he took a girl who was a bundle of joy, a girl that was brave, that used to laugh and smile about almost anything, and he broke her, I didn’t even know why he did, why would he just want to break me th

When he clenched his fist, the air constricted on her chin. It was, perhaps, a good thing she couldn’t feel anything. She knew what the king was doing, though. Her half-asleep eyes showed her everything she needed to know. Xavier let go of her and diverted his gaze. “The man was broken. His soul was ripped apart. He wanted to die, but his immortality saved him from that lowly death. In his brokenness, he found a ray of light through a dead body.” He looked at Zheira as though telling her that this part was more interesting than everything she knew.

I don’t get to finish because he pulls me into his arms and hugs me as his heart races and he takes in shaky breaths. “Hurts like a bitch, I think I now know what a broken heart feels like.” He wheezes exaggeratedly, and I laugh and move back. When I do, he clutches his heart and bends down. “Somebody save me, I’m dying.” “Nobody’s gonna save you, now stand straight like a man!” At the sound of Richfield’s voice, King snaps up so fast I hear his back crack, his face his ashen and his eyes are wide. I burst out laughing. I laugh so hard that I fall flat on my ass and even then, I can’t stop.

Everything is just a fucking lie. Zachary heard his own heart shattering along with the loud crashing of the glass vase he had just thrown against the wall. He felt like his chest was being stabbed repeatedly as he slowly slid down against the wall, burning tears flowing out of his eyes like waterfalls. Each tear stung as it reminded him slowly of each day he and Kathryn had spent together happily. Gripping onto his clothes, Zachary screamed his lover's name once more, feeling his lips and shoulders shake vehemently at the silent whispers of a repeatedly uttered ghost name.

I knew immediately death wasn’t an option for me, and perhaps I should live as long as I could, that I would spend the rest of my days suffering and mourning for the one true love I had. “It’s done” I heard Lucas say next to me and I nodded. It all felt like a dream playing before me. “Yes,” I said and walked away. My legs were barely stable, and I had to use all the strength in me to walk back to the palace, I couldn’t risk my people seeing how broke their alpha was. Tears filled my eyes and as I climbed the stairs that led to my chamber my eyesight became blurry; I struggled to reach my room, I banged the door before me and slumped to the floor.

“This dirt floor is where you belong.” Clara, who was aggressively stomping on Keanna, calmed down slightly, catching her breath. Neil, who returned with a great injury, seemed different. Clara couldn’t believe he tossed her aside all because of one whore. He couldn’t become King without her family. She picked the best man to match with her. He’s supposed to be the King and the place beside him is hers. She couldn’t forgive Keanna for taking it from her. The future she so perfectly created was destroyed because of this thing.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

The tightness in my chest was indescribable. Of all times, why did someone like him show up when my heart had been shattered? I couldn't give him any promises. The last nine years had worn down my ability to love someone. Would I step into another relationship just to be let down again? Promises were only meaningful when there was love. I couldn't give empty promises like Tyler. Fortunately, nothing had happened between Matthias and I yet. All we shared was that kiss on the night that I was drunk.

"A safeguard against the strength of their love. If they chose each other above all else, their bond would be unbreakable. But if doubts crept in, the pendant would shatter, symbolizing the fragility of their relationship." I clutched the broken half tighter. "So, the fact that it's broken now..." Morana interrupted, "Means your love is being tested. But it also means there's hope. If you can find the other half and mend it with genuine intent, your bond can still be saved." "But why can't I remember any of this?" I questioned, feeling overwhelmed. "Why does it feel like I'm hearing a fairy tale?" She gave a sad smile. "Because, dear Elain, your memories were sealed."

"Cassidy, when we made this mug, you said after we got married, we'd make a smaller one for our child. Do you still remember?" "I remember." "Then would you give me one more shot? I can wait for you to break up with him." As he said those words, his voice started to falter with emotion. I gazed at him silently, then slowly walked up to him and took the mug from his hands. Under his incredulous stare, I smashed it into bits. "There. Now that the mug is broken and the baby is gone, it's time you stopped fooling yourself." With that, I walked forward, stepping on shards in the process.