White Broken Heart Novels & Stories

I wrap myself around her and pull her into me, my face burying into her neck as a choked sound tries to escape me. Not yet. I can’t crumble yet. I have to see him first. But her offer, her thoughtfulness, her willingness to heal the man who wounded me in more ways than one almost breaks me. “A broken heart isn’t a real wound,” Dr. Russo says, his voice softening even more. “And his wolf… the damage is severe and has built up over so long. You could maybe push back the death of his wolf for a period of time, but even a healer can’t bring a being back from the brink of death. No matter how strong they are. You’d just be prolonging the inevitable.”

The girl hasn’t even looked up. I stand there, completely frozen, my brain short-circuiting in real time. And underneath the shock—quiet and unwelcome and humiliating—there’s an ache. Deep and settled, the kind that doesn’t announce itself loudly but just moves in and makes itself at home in your chest like it was always going to end up there. I didn’t think it was possible to break an already shattered heart any further, but the Windsor twins apparently have a gift for finding new ways. “You gonna stand there and watch?” Kaden snaps.

He then furiously beat Flora until she miscarried. After being taken to the hospital, Flora died not long after. Thereafter, Adrian lost both his pup and his mate and suffered a tremendous psychological and emotional blow. He was soon imprisoned in the pack's jail for intentional homicide. Meanwhile, life for Blaise and me became increasingly fulfilling. I gradually healed from my past wounds, and together with Blaise, we nurtured many pups. In fact, we became the happy couple that everyone admired.

Not like this. But to look at her now, unconscious, fragile, hardly breathing, something in me broke. I scooped her up into my arms, cradling her against me. She was so light. Too light. I swallowed. Damn it, Adeline. I had closed her out to break her. But maybe… just maybe… I'm the one who's broken instead. I tightened my arms around Adeline's limp body, my heart racing in my chest. "Stop teasing me," I muttered, rocking her gently. "Just wake up."

"I'm sorry for your loss. Your mom's gone, and Yasmin is really sad, too. She's your wife, after all. Pay more attention to her." I believed what Zachary had told me. He was the friend I trusted the most, and Yasmin was the woman I loved the most. I had never doubted them a single bit. Faced with their betrayal, I felt a sharp, freezing pain shoot through my entire body. When I caught them red-handed, I thought I'd never forgive them. Then one day, my dad fell severely ill, and I collapsed outside the operating room. Yasmin handled the payment and procedure for me, while Zachary was busy taking care of everything else.

I knew, like with everything else, she'd tell me more when she was ready. She nodded happily, her curls bouncing around her face. “Yes!” Her face dropped a little. “They've tried so many times but nothing works. But it's not really a case of mental health with Dad, it's more a case of a broken heart. You can't cure a broken heart with anything but the love that broke it in the first place. He'll always be a little broken, I think.” “Hey.” I leaned round her and placed the coffee down, propping myself up on my elbow. “It's okay to be a little broken, Sandra. Your Dad is a little broken for your mom but is a lot whole for you.”

Her broken dreams and the love that eluded her were painfully brought back to memory with every heartbeat. Her spirit seemed irreversibly damaged; it had previously been so strong and full of optimism. Her world's brilliant hues had faded to a dull gray, and the future she had previously looked forward to felt like a far-off dream. Alone to navigate the rubble of her broken existence, she was a woman adrift in a sea of grief, abandoned by the one person she had trusted with her heart.

A heartbreaker will never be able to mend a broken heart. I haven't finished rupturing yet. Although the clunks and crashes of disintegrating parts of me have stopped, my muscles are still quivering. Occasionally, I'd hear fragments crumbling into even tinier shreds as they fell to the ground. The pillars of my hopes and the foundation of my worth have yet to crumble, and the agony is being prolonged and exacerbated as a result of this gradual, piecemeal collapse. My heart has not yet recovered from the pain of loss. I couldn't sleep at night because I could hear its growl so loudly in the distance. Your name would scream from the rooftops, and none of the songs on our playlist could calm my

Breaking her heart. ****😔****

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.