Unspeakable Break Up Novels & Stories

Marley replied, her resolve strengthening -Hour later- The following day, Marley sat at her cluttered desk, her fingers hovering over the keyboard of her laptop. She hesitated only briefly before searching for Clara's contact information. Her determination blossomed after a few futile attempts to research online. She scoured social media, hoping to find a connection that could bridge the gap between father and daughter. Finally, after diving deeper into Clara’s F******k profile, she discovered a phone number listed in the “About” section. Marley’s heart raced at the thought of reaching out to a stranger, but the thought of Arthur's sorrow propelled her forward. With her phone clutched tightl

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

I asked, softening my voice. Silence met me from the other side of the phone for about a minute before Finn spoke, his voice harsh and clipped, unlike anything I’ve heard from him before. “Oh my goodness, just accept the dammed breakup, Ariana. Why are you so surprised? You think you’re so perfect that you can’t be dumped??” I frowned in confusion. Where the fuck was that coming from? He’s never spoken to me like that before. “Finn…” He cut me off. “Enough! I’m breaking up and that’s final. Please don’t call me anymore and don’t try to repair this relationship, there’s no repairing to be done: we’re completely over.”

Like they weren’t sure what they could say or talk about. “Hey, guys, let’s clear this out of the way,” I said, bringing the shepherd’s pie to the table. I sat down with them and spoke while I filled their plates. “Yeah, Bran and I broke up. Yeah, I still have feelings for him. Yeah, it still hurts. But I can hear his name and even talk about him in a rather rational way without having a breakdown.” I smiled, shrugging. “What can I say. Shit happens.”

I pressed my back harder into the wall and slid down, trying to digest what she was saying. “Do you understand? I can’t do this with you...” I couldn’t breathe. “You’re breaking up with me....” I gasped in disbelief. My heart exploded into dust and I dug my nails into my thigh to keep from screaming from the pain. This isn’t happening....I’m supposed to come see you...my brain cried out. “I’m not your problem...look at me, I’m a drunk...do you really want to deal with this forever? I wouldn’t...live your life. Find someone near.”

I could not believe it, and I was in shock, a part of me broke when she said those words. I could not believe....how...how did it happen? I could not think of anything. I could not remember anything. I stood up, fumbling with my clothes. "This never happened...I... don't" "How can you say that to me after what we've shared? " Nothing happened between us..." " You're panicking right now, you don't..." " Box I stopped her as I buttoned my shirt. "I was going to call of the engagement...why did you do this? Why did you spike my drink?

“Like, we’re over this dating thing, it’s fine, we’re both moving on with actual relationships that we feel good about, what’s in the past is in the past?” I winced. “Why does this feel like a break up?” She smiled. “Because it is. But without the crying and the ice cream and the--” “Break up sex?” I offered. She looked confused. “You mean make up sex?” “No,” I grinned. “Break up sex.” She looked even more confused, then laughed. “What the hell is break up sex?” “You know… like, there’s make up sex, but then there’s break up sex. Like you have it out one last time before you go your separate ways.”

Madison's POV I hate everything and precisely, I hate men. Men. My boyfriend, well my ex-boyfriend, broke up with me. David Young. Ah yes! That motherfucker. He said, failing to showcase a single ounce of regret or guilt in his voice “Let’s break up, Madison. I don’t think we are working out.”

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

Hearing this, Steve frowned slightly but only responded with a faint "Hmm." Steve impatiently ended the call. Sitting beside him, I felt a heavy weight in my chest. After a long pause, Steve spoke unhurriedly. "Breaking up is for the best." His words surprised me. "What?" "He doesn’t deserve you." The car gradually slowed down and pulled over to the side of the road. Steve turned to face me, his gaze steady, tinged with a hint of curiosity. "With the wedding called off, have you thought about how you’re going to explain this to your family?"