Novel & Cerita Unbreak My Heart Book

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

“But I know the woman who loved you fought hard to exist. And the one waking up now… she’s terrified she might still choose you anyway, even when everything else falls apart.” His breath shudders. One hand covers mine on his cheek. We remain like that—foreheads pressed, rain falling, truths bleeding slowly between us—while New York’s lights blur beyond the glass. Elena didn’t just send files tonight. She sent fractures. And in the agonizing, slow-burn ache of remembering, I understand the deepest heartbreak isn’t the lies themselves. It’s realizing I may have to break the only man who stayed… in order to finally become whole.

“She did, and I pushed her out of it without thinking. She hit her back against a tree and broke three ribs but didn’t flinch; not only that, but I didn’t feel too bad about hurting her, either.” Rebecca sits back and looks at me curiously. “What is the point of this story?” “I’ve had no emotions since then. You asked me how and when I became heartless and that’s where it started,” I say with a shrug. “My aunt and mother couldn’t find anything wrong with me and my sister, who couldn’t feel pain anymore. We just became an anomaly.” It looks like the gears are turning in Rebecca’s mind when she suddenly shoots up from her chair and walks over to the bookshelf. “I think I know what that was,” s

Am a 29 old divorcée with little dating experience, no kids, the thought of loving someone else scares me to death, life without Zach is meaningless. Mom whispered several words of consolation to me as she slowly led me to my room.

Dear Readers, If you made it to this point… thank you. Truly. I don’t take your time, your patience, or your heart for granted. Every comment, every moment you spent following Nora and Noah through their heartbreak, their healing, and their stubborn fight for a second chance ... all of it means the world to me. This story was never just about romance. It was about two people learning to breathe again after being torn apart. It was about forgiveness, the kind that feels impossible, the kind that feels unfair, the kind that still somehow finds its way back home.

can be so, so thin. And if you’ve stuck through it—then I know your heart is just as big and bruised as mine. This is me saying thank you. For being here. For believing in this story. For reading between the lines. For feeling every breathless stare and whispered threat. For loving characters who are broken but trying. I see you. I love you. And I promise—this is just the beginning. There’s more heat coming. More heartbreak. More chapters that’ll leave you breathless and begging for one more page. And I’ll be here, showing up for you, because you showed up for me.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

Oftentimes it broke on its own, other times it had been shattered: through carelessness or cruelty, and thrown against the wall, it had left stains, almost like the gray one above her bed. But on this winter morning Helen's heart didn't just break: it disintegrated to its elements, and that’s the worst heartbreak of all. Deep inside the chest, atomising hearts leave a void, as hostile to life as the desert. The painful thing isn't even the moment they’re destroyed. It is not the sudden sting as they fall apart, but the creeping, everlasting agony thereafter. Atomising hearts dissolve into a zillion parts, so tiny that they are invisible. So intangible that they can never be rejoined, and th

~ RACHEL Imagine being so broken that you don’t just disbelieve in love but also accept that you’re not destined to be loved and be in love again. People tell me that I need to work on my broken heart but I don’t think my heart is broken, I believe it’s my soul. It’s shattered completely. So this is not a heartbreak story but a soul-break story. Richie broke my soul and now the shattered pieces of it are trying to mold back but with hate, not love.