Abused And Broken Novels & Stories

She held onto her upturned wheelchair and forced her legs to move. "Please....please...please," she desperately begged her legs to work. Just this once. She was scared. So scared. She didn't want to die like this. Broken sobs tore through her soul as she struggled. After a lot of efforts she managed to get to her feet but as soon as she let go of the wheelchair and took a step forward, her legs gave out and she dropped back to the ground.

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

And yet, he could not retreat to the sea—not when it screamed. The agony was in his bones now, carried upward from the soles of his feet into the marrow of his spine. His connection to the water, once a clear, resonant chord, was frayed. It no longer hummed steady and sure, but snapped and crackled like broken wires, each tremor another jolt of pain. And beneath it—he felt them. The leviathans.

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

, with that she broke it and Rebecca's loud screams echoed across the land even over the rain and thunder we could hear her screaming. "beauty",but she kept going. "your worthless Hannah, she broke her fingers, nobody loves you Hannah, she broke the other leg, no one will ever want you Hannah", she broke her foot. The screams turned into whimpering as Hsnnah abused her like she was. Rebecca could barely move when Hannah raised her up to be eue level with her. "s-stop",Rebecca begged.

Alone. Just like me. Everything still broken.

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*