Romee: At a party to celebrate Erik finally becoming the Prez of the Devil's Snipers is where I found my boyfriend, the party boy, fucking a club whore. Making sure my shiny, steely spine was straight, I walked out after destroying his confidence and ego. I don't need him. Bodhi: I'd seen her for weeks as I was the unfortunate fuck who had to babysit these assholes and keep them clean. But it led me to her. The most gorgeous woman I'd ever fucking seen. And when she destroyed any self-respect that insignificant little bitch boy had left, I knew I was gone for her. She's mine. Follow along with Bodhi and Romee as they navigate love and what it looks like after heartbreak.

They promised it was just fun. No strings. No feelings. So why does it feel like everything? At twenty-two, Sloane doesn't have room in her life for heartbreak. Between nursing school, long CNA shifts, and raising her daughter, she barely has time to breathe-let alone fall for someone. So when Braden, a friends boyfriends cocky, charming best friend, makes it clear he's only in it for fun, Sloane agrees. It's safe. Easy. Exactly what she needs. Until it isn't. Because somewhere between the stolen looks, mind-blowing sex and late-night banter, Sloane starts to want more. And without realizing it, so does Braden. But Braden has ghosts that won't stay buried. And when the girl he once claimed to love whispers a lie that cuts too deep, he doesn't just believe it-he uses it to break Sloane in the cruelest way. By the time the truth comes out, Sloane's heart is in ruins, and Braden's the one left bleeding. He never meant to fall for her. He never meant to lose her, either. Now he's ready to fight for the only woman he's ever really loved. But some promises can't be undone. And Sloane might be the one thing Braden can't win back.

Oak and Elizabeth were each other's firsts - first kiss, first love, first everything. But when fear, pride, and unspoken doubts wedge between them, their bond is tested in ways neither could have imagined. Will their love survive, or will they become each other's first heartbreak, too? New updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays. Completed on my Patreon!! See my profile for the link.

I allowed myself to look past my intuition and distrust of a certain someone and their interactions with my fiancé ... I mean ex-fiancé. I chose trust in him over distrust of her at every crossroads his choices created, and now I'm lost. Maybe breaking it down again, piece by piece will help me look at the big picture logically. Maybe then I can feel less illogical pain and find my way back to myself again. A story about a relationship breaking down because of broken boundaries and a breakdown in communication.

He didn't cheat. Not in the way most people expect. But he left her alone in all the ways that matter. And when someone else needed him, he went. Now she's left with silence, questions, and the kind of heartbreak that doesn't come with closure. This is the story of everything he missed.

They kissed like I wasn't even there. I smiled - because that's what girls with broken hearts do. We smile. We toast bread for traitors. I pretend. But it still hurts. It really freaking hurts.

We were high school sweethearts. Marriage was the plan~until a string of whatsapp messages shattered everything I believed about him... and about us. Now I'm left with one truth: betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from the one you never thought would hurt you.

He's a gorgeous model. She has severe acne scarring. It doesn't help when she hears him brutally disparage her looks. So she teaches him a verbal lesson in humanity. That should have been that. So why won't he stop calling her?

Zara Foster couldn't be happier. She's graduated from Law school, gotten her first job, bought her first apartment and the love of her life, her boyfriend Alexander has just proposed. Everything seems to be perfect when Alex's best friend Heather moves back into town. With her boundaries repeatedly ignored and her fiance's attention elsewhere Zara has to decide if her relationship is worth fighting for or if walking away with her head high and her dignity intact is the best thing for her future.

They say, Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. But what about letting him fool her for three years straight? What kind of fool does that make her? When Sage discovers that her husband has not only betrayed her, but has been playing her a fool for years, she doesn't yell, she doesn't scream, she doesn't demand a divorce, no, Sage wants revenge, and what better way than to beat him at his own game.