This Ain't Your Mama's Broken Heart Novels & Stories

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.

His eyes burned with intensity, with something I hadn’t seen in him before—something that made my breath hitch. “Then where were you?” I could feel my voice thick with emotion as I struggled to push him away. “Where were you when my father took his life because of that scandal? When your family was hatching plans to destroy mine? When my mother went into a coma from the shock, and then... then she died?” My voice broke, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe anymore, the weight of my pain overwhelming me.

Jokes on her because I was not interested. "Mary, honey, what do you not understand about fuck off?" I asked her blandly, waiting for this conversation to end as soon as possible. "They are not interested in you. The only person who probably puts up with you is your mother so go bitch at her because I don't recall signing a subscription for your bullshit." Madison scoffed, "I don't care what you have to say. I'm not going to repeat myself again, back off Noah."

I dont know what exactly my life is I'm a sinister I can't ruin that pure soul at any cost I'm in enough darkness I can't drag her into my dark world the world and people around me are not someone like her they're harmful and dangerous not less than monsters but she is a innocent and naive soul who can't harm anyone she is someone harmless I'm someone harmful where she is a pure soul human coming to me I'm a dark soul beast like match between heaven and hell which is completely impossible when my own mother can't love me how can someone else's child likes me expecting more results in pain I'm already a broken piece which cannot be fixed again, leaving the broken pieces watching how it is bro

She replayed memory after memory, searching for the moment love had shifted into ambition. Tears blurred her vision. Not delicate tears. Angry ones. The kind that come when your foundation cracks beneath your feet. She had married a partner. She was now confronting a rival. Her phone vibrated again. Alina. "Mia… investors are calling. They've seen the teaser. They're asking questions." Of course they were. The crisis had begun. The Decision By dawn, exhaustion had given way to clarity. Mia stood before the mirror in her bedroom. Her reflection looked different.

I have zero tolerance for women like these! Encouraged by their words, Nelly’s arrogance soared to new heights as she beat me mercilessly. I had never felt such rage before. I bit my lip and took the beating. Suddenly, my vision darkened, and just before I passed out, I thought I heard the sound of police sirens...

Aurora is missing. The words slam into me like a freight train, cold and brutal. My world tilts, splinters. I force myself to breathe, but it feels like trying to inhale through broken glass. A sharp pang of longing lances through my chest as I picture her—the way she laughs, the softness in her eyes when she thinks no one is looking. The way she tilts her head when she’s deep in thought, lost in a world I desperately want to understand.

"You're my daughter. I'd never let you get hurt—and you have my support whatever you want to do." "Just sort things out with the Bright Moon Pack, and I'll send my Beta in a couple of days." And with that, he hung up. I had bitten my lip so hard, I could taste blood in my own mouth. However, I seemed not to notice, as the conversation between Orion and his fellow hunters that I overheard earlier was playing on loop in my mind. It felt like countless thorns puncturing my skin and cutting into my heart, leaving my limbs spasming in pain and suffocating.

His midnight-black coat billowed like a battle standard as he bellowed into the white hell: "REBECCA CLARKE!" The mountains trembled—not from avalanches, but from an alpha's soul-rending cry. Somewhere beneath those glaciers, a faint answering pulse throbbed—the heartbeat of his lost pup.

ARI I am a girl that is broken. I have tried not to let it consume me, and when it was too much for me, I have tried containing it so that it won't consume those around me. Life for me has not been easy. It has been an endless darkness that threatens to twist me and fold me, shatter every new vine, every bone I form, and render me helpless, weak all my life. You can say I have tried not to let it show that I am drowning and just how broken and damaged I am. My mother can't tell you that I have been dead; she thinks I am fine.