When Love Breaks Novels & Stories

"We're going to take our time." I brought my face close to his. I could smell the fear sweating out of his pores. It smelled delicious. "You taught me that pain is a lever," I whispered, watching the light die in his eyes. "You taught me that love is a weakness." I squeezed. His windpipe collapsed like a crushed soda can. "But you forgot one lesson," I said. "When you break a thing, and put it back together with hate... it becomes unbreakable." I twisted my wrist. His neck snapped.

Author’s POV The beauty you see in everything is the beauty within you. And to enhance the beauty within you , you must know that love is an essential ingredient for that. People may hate love thinking that love breaks them but it’s not. Love doesn’t break anything, disappointment does. Lake of trust breaks peoples insecurities and bringing up the past in every present situation breaks peoples. Misunderstanding and refusal of efforts breaks peoples. Faking loyalty and over expectations breaks peoples. Love doesn’t breaks anything.

he whispered, brushing away a tear that had clung to the corner of my jaw, “but can I be the one to love you through your broken heart? Can I do that much?” My breath caught in my throat. His thumb trembled on my skin. “Let me love you,” he whispered, voice so raw I could barely bear it. “You don’t have to give me anything back. You don’t even have to say the words. Just stay. Let me love you like I should’ve all along.” And that was it. That was the breaking point. My walls didn’t just crack—they caved. But I didn’t run this time. No. This time… I stayed.

"I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't." "I'm in love with you Fiona, but I have to let you go, and I know you are in love with me too, that's why I'm begging you, let me let you go. There are parts of me you can -- and will -- never know about, rotten parts of me. I can't take the weight of your love, Vanilla. This is goodbye." "Oh my god" Violet whispered.

He tilted his face up, revealing a scar that ran from his forehead to his brow. "Remember this scar? You got it the third time we divorced. You smashed a vase… but I never blamed you…" "That's because you deserved it," I finally said. "That day, I opened the door and saw Larissa wearing my wedding dress in our bedroom." I broke free from his grasp and, before leaving, glanced back at him one last time. "Love isn't an apology after you hurt someone. I'm not a toy you use and put away. You never understood what love is. Experiencing real love has shown me that what we had wasn’t it."

He fulfilled all of my dreams to creating a family together, the realization burnt more than even fire could. My heart wrenched into two. If not more than anything I wanted to have a child with Lyssa. It was nothing more but a shattered dream. This love story was messy. It was everything but; sweet and lasting. There was no beautiful ending. Right from the very beginning, there were lots of hurdles, lot of heartbreak, lot's of pain. It was going to end that same way. I felt strangely comforted tho by her words, she could never regret us. No matter how broken this love was, no matter how messy and painful it was.

“You can’t shoulder the blame, so you're just trying to put the fault on someone else. Good thing Nellana isn’t here to see the woman you’ve become.” “You don’t mean that…” I whispered, a single tear falling from my eye. He shrugged. “I'm done talking.” He turned around and hurried upstairs. I fell to the ground as I broke down in tears, my own words echoing in my ears. ‘Even if it’s going to be heartbreaking with Ethan, I’d take all the pain…’ Could I actually do it, because right now I felt like giving up. Bryce had said something right after all. What was the point of all of this if he didn’t love me anymore?

His breath came fast, hot against her skin, carrying the scent of rain and ozone and something deeper—grief, rage, love too vast for words. “I’m breaking,” he rasped, his voice barely audible over the thunder. “Even now. Even after everything.” She opened her eyes. Met his. Did not flinch from the storm in them. “Then break here,” she whispered. “Not alone. Not in silence. Break where I can hold you.”

"And I waited, for a whole year. Then you stopped called, stopped texting. What did you expect me to do? Wait on false hope?" "You never broke up with me". "I'm sorry, Miranda but its over. I love someone else, I'm sorry". I walked away from her and went to one of my cars unlocking the door as I got into it. I inserted the key into the ignition and start the engine driving the car. The gates rolled open and I drove out, I'm sorry, Miranda but I love someone else now, Chloe Houston. I'm in love with Miss Crazy. . . . . . TBC

She was serious whenever she call me by my name. "I am not ready for heartache Ella" I huffed. "Without trying how can you sure" She asked. "Heartache is another name of love Ella" I said tugging quilt around me. "Don't love then just have boyfriend like Shrina had" She said. "Have you seen they both love each other" I said. "Yes," She whispered. "Do you know werewolf and vampire have mate so don't have to face heartache because they can't hurt their mate" She said.