Break Her Bed Not Her Heart Novels & Stories

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

Back when she could run for miles, when the gym was her sanctuary and not a distant memory. That woman no longer existed. Everything was broken now: her strength, her spirit, and worst of all, her heart. Shattered over and over again. She couldn’t even jog without gasping for air. The only thing she was good at now was sitting behind a desk and working herself numb. And that was all she had left. “How pathetic,” she whispered under her breath. Then the tears came, slow at first, then pouring, as if some hidden dam inside her had finally burst.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

Taking the water filled glass she gulped all the pills and sat on the beautifully decorated bed… She looked at The bridal bed which became a death bed to her. She chuckled softly looking at the flowers on it and said, "These thorns won't pinch me any more." She felt drowsy and decided to lay down. She closed her eyes and started to remember how her life changed drastically. She escaped from her destroyed life or that is what she thought.

He had no idea what he had done. He broke her already broken soul. He broke the last pieces of her. When she got home, she headed straight to her room. Alicia and Zara were already fast asleep. So, she didn’t have to worry about facing Alice in this condition. She had the spare key of the house . She didn't make any noise to wake them up. She really didn't want Alicia to see her like this.

I felt his hands tightening around the glass he held and him gritting slowly. “She dared to bring in several men to our bedroom on our wedding night just to spite me. I was shocked and it was then she revealed how she hated me for her sister's death. She kissed those filthy men while looking straight at me. And I lost it then. And it did happen many times. She refused to believe me and even left the house after making sure she almost ruined me. I suffered depression and almost got into a mental breakdown because of her. She enjoyed my sufferings and only left once she saw me bruised and broken. And till today I still wonder to myself why am still not yet ready to let go.” He said before gulp

I’m horrified at what I heard back in that room. “Why?” she questioned, sniffling. I chuckled, void of humor, “Well, my chosen mate broke my heart. I don’t know if I will ever be whole again. For that, I am sorry. Maybe you don’t care to have a mate, and that’s okay too. Either way, I’m sorry it’s me. And we’re in here.” Kiera sat up a little straighter, “Why would she break your heart?” “Would you like the long version or short?”

Finally she breaks the silence, “I don't want to fall in love with you…” He doesn't look at her but listens intently as she continues, “then you meet your mate, or I meet my mate..” He can hear the fear in her voice as she finishes, “One of us is sure to get our hearts broken.” She pauses and then states another fear, “Or we continue to do our thing, and break our mates hearts.” He listens intently and soaks in her words and responds, “I can understand that.” She's confused, “You're going to let it go like that?”

One does not come unscathed from a tragedy such as this. The thing is that my beloved is not a Vampire like any other; she possesses her soul; she can be brought to her knees by feelings that consume her. This very thing can break her into shattering pieces; it can destroy her, or she shall become a stronger woman. And as she rests her head against my chest, my shirt gets drenched from her tears. That dead heart in her frail body is crumbling and falling into dust