White Broken Heart Novels & Stories

"Sorry won't fix me, Zoey. My heart is fucking bleeding and you saying sorry won't serve as bandaids. They're not going to cover up the wound you just gave me." "I know…" "Nothing will," Jamal confessed with a broken tone. "At this point, I might remain broken forever. I just might never be whole again. You just dealt me a fatal blow and I'll forever bleed from it." He dried his tears. Crying wasn't helping. It was making him feel more pathetic. Zoey watched him take steps away and as bad as she wanted to go after him, she didn't. All she could was cry and watch him try to walk away.

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

"Thank you..." When heart is broken it fallen into pieces. You feel so cold, so hopeless, and so down. You felt like you lost your happiness. It's like a fire that will burn you into ashes. The only thing you can see is darkness and emptiness. But when the pieces put back together, it forms a strong bond. It lightens up the whole world around you, and each other will feel a different kind of joy. A different kind of fire that will warm your cold and empty heart. And one kissed of love, the heart becomes whole. "You fix me my love." I whispered. He smiled and kissed me again.

I couldn't take it anymore the constant cheating and the constant lies and manipulation were just too much to handle. He made me want to fucking die. I almost relapsed and started cutting again. Over a fucking boy. That I love. But maybe that's just it, maybe he's worth my tears. Maybe he's worth my pain and depression. Because he's the one person I truly love.

“It was said to hold the power to change our fate, but only if mended by true love.” I eyed the pendant, realization dawning on me. “You mean...” He nodded. “The day it broke was the day I handed you the divorce papers. I believed it was a sign, confirming my decision to let you go was right.” “But why did it break?” I pressed, the urgency evident in my voice. His gaze met mine, filled with anguish. “It broke when I lied to you about my reasons for wanting the divorce.” I staggered back, the weight of his words sinking in. "You lied? But why?"

Saying that she crushed the rose under her heel. “Can you see blood coming out of it?” Grace asked him and Zade looked at the crushed flower confusedly. “You can't see. You crushed my heart just like that when I gave it to you. The way you have broken me there is no way to mend it. Stop putting your effort into winning my heart. It's not gonna happen. Who once broke your heart you shouldn't give it back to him. Because there is a chance he might break it again in the future.”

"I'm sorry. I know that what I did was wrong. Can't we go back to how we used to be back then?" I looked at her and lightly shook my head. "We can never go back, Queenie Blackrose," I replied. "From the moment you posted the first photo of you and him on your Instagram account and chose to lie to me, we could never, ever go back to the past again." Misty sighed and said, "Nessie, know that trust, once broken, can never be put back together again."

"Love watching drama, do you? Fine. This man cheated during his marriage, kept a mistress, and had a child with another woman. Tell me, would you stay with a man like that?" "You...!" Zachary was too furious to speak. His loving facade vanished in an instant. I felt a sudden sadness. How quickly love can turn to pain—it only takes a few words. When I came out of the operating room, Zachary was still there. His face was cold as he stared at me. "Why? Why are you so heartless? That was our first child." I felt chilled to the bone, too weak to respond to his accusations. But he wouldn't let up.

Then: “You sound like him.” “Who?” “Your father. When he found out his partner was stealing from the company.” She touches my hand. “He didn’t sleep for a month. He said ‘I won’t strike until I see the whole board.’” I turn her hand over. Her knuckles are swollen. Arthritis. Stress. “Did he win?” “He got the truth.” She smiles, sad. “Cost him everything else.” I think about that. I take the scissors from the kitchen counter to the bathroom.