White Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Not finding a word to say at the moment. “There are some things that can't be amended, like a broken glass or plate can’t be fixed, a shredded piece of paper can’t be fixed except by being torn off slightly, a worn out clothes can’t return to their old sparkling color, and lastly, a broken heart that’s filled with anger and hatred can never be clouded with love and concern. You failed your sister Emilia, so it will take you a while to be on her good terms again,” Beta Lucky said before walking past her. Heading up to his room. What he just said was the pure truth. Not everything can be fixed or repaired, especially when it involves the heart.

However, the reality wasn't like that. Whenever Grace smiled with others, her sincere expression scratched my heart like a knife, piercing my feelings. In that crowd, it was as if my heart became heavier, as if they filled it with an indescribable sense of jealousy. If the heart could show its form, it would definitely appear cracked, like broken glass, depicting the damage that had lasted for years. Since long ago, I've felt broken, my seemingly unchanging physique betraying my ever-shifting feelings. Every day, my mood grew worse, as if I were walking through an endless storm of emotions.

he mumbled under his breath. He got way too much time to be this hurt, and it's getting worse. What could I do with his broken heart? Everything was dark. Could I help him hold on for another night? "Destructions aren't the best cure to our broken hearts. It's the progress, Caius. Overtime, it'll heal. You have me, Caius. I'll be with you throughout the process."

He wanted not to hurt any longer. The memory of the conversation with Sloan and Murry snapped into Chasm's head. Sloan said whiskey was what helped a broken heart. That's what he had. Chasm had a broken heart, and the pain wasn't just in his brain. He hurt all over deeper and more painful than any torture his body had ever been through. Their description did not give this feeling justice. If whiskey was the drink he needed to shake the pain, that was easy. Chasm would find some.

Continue the unfinished sentence: "Because if she really loves, she will accept, accept all good and bad points. Or, you are the one she loves until a better person comes." Pushing a finished glass of White Russian in front of him, softly speaking in an enchanting voice the listener spoke again: "A glass of White Russian is good for the mood of a heartbroken person?" He sneered, took a glass of wine to enjoy: "Delicious...but I don't think I'm heartbroken." He replied faintly: "Your words and mood, are you fighting?"

" More like how many times I got my heart broken Big boo. I keep falling for the wrong people. Each time I realize the impending heart ache, it doesn't hurt any less." Xander felt a sharp pain in his heart.He was the first to break Wahid's heart.He hurt him both physically and psychologically. Suddenly, he recalled the explosion that happened after he ambushed Wahid's firm.He recalled the wound from the glass shards years ago and the new one by the glass shard on that day.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

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

"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.