Novel & Cerita Unbreak My Heart Book

Sighs again. “Oh, it’s been broken before, believe me. It was broken when my Dad abandoned me when I was six, and my Mom’s been breaking it every day and a small piece at a time ever since. It broke when alcohol took away my painting, and when I was raped as I slept in a drunken stupor. I know what it is to have my heart broken… but yesterday was different. I had my heart broken by the first man that I’ve ever chosen to trust and really let in. And to love.” Total silence now.

" My head buzzed. All the blood in my body seemed to turn cold. How could he say something like that? When Fleur ruined my third job, I was already pushed to the breaking point. That was when I lost my first child. I didn't dare close my eyes at night. The moment I did, all I saw was blood soaking my skirt, and the child I had longed for—burning in my mind until I spoke nonsense. Shane was furious and blocked Fleur. But less than a week later, while I was still bleeding, he softened again because Fleur went on a hunger strike.

A novel by Infinity Ramos-Santos. It was the book Infinity wrote for their first paperback-published novel! And it was also the first time Infinity used his last name. "Read her dedication." Erwan once again said. He flipped the pages of the book briskly until he read the dedication corner. With all the chaos that's happening in my life, there is someone who's always been right. Thank you so much, Mahal. For giving me inspiration to write, for loving me right, and for giving me reasons to live my life. No matter what fate gives us, please always remember that my love for you will always be strong and proud. You are my life, you are my hope, you are the stars that shine brightly in my univers

Perhaps it was the way the birds had fallen silent or the tension that hung in the air. I continued down the street, my feet falling into a rhythmic pace, each step a motion towards catharsis. The familiar houses stood with their front porches adorned by mismatched furniture and pots of vibrant flowers. I took comfort in their presence, in the predictability of it all. Yet, as I walked past the old Johnson house, I noticed an unfamiliar car parked at the curb, a sleek, black sedan with tinted windows. It seemed out of place, almost ominous, but I brushed off the feeling and kept moving. Then, the world shattered.

Devastating. Three years and I still don't get to habituate to deal with this. This year is more worse since my heart has been broken because of a man,and surprisingly,he is the same man I want to hide in and cry out. But I wipe those thoughts and tears away. I still don't get it. Why can't I cry when it comes to Cayden's death. Maybe I still couldn't accept that very fact yet.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

"Don't cry. Who am I saying to? I'm crying myself. I hate this." I squeezed eyes hard to control the emotions but nothing could be contained. How do I handle the breaking of my heart in thousand little of pieces of nothing? How do I contain everything with me? I'm breaking up with you. I won't come back. I won't torment you anymore. "Kabir, please, please." "The ring," he whispered. "I love the ring. It's so beautiful. It would've looked so beautiful in your hand. When I saw it, I knew it was made for my bookworm," he breathed, his voice fading into tiny mumbling I was aware of.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

’’ He said. Something breaks. Something broke but not outside….it broke inside me. The feeling of twisted and twisted until it breaks. It feels like getting your 206 bones broken at one go. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened my eyes again but this time there's fire in them. ‘‘That's great!! Because the ice would melt down but my heart is stone hearted, it will not melt. A stone could only break not melt, and when it breaks, no one will be able to piece it together.’’ I said, turning back to look into his eyes.

"You hold the key to unlocking the shackles that bind us." Richard and I exchanged bewildered glances as the ruins pulsated with a mysterious energy. The voice continued, now resonating in our minds. "To break free, you must unravel the threads of destiny woven into the very fabric of existence. But beware, for every choice carries a price." A blinding light enveloped us, and the ruins seemed to warp and twist. I clung to Richard, our connection a lifeline amid the cosmic storm. As the light faded, we found ourselves in an unfamiliar realm, where time itself appeared to be a fluid tapestry.