Novel & Cerita All The Broken Places

She didn't even want to imagine. As her eyes drooped in misery, she gave in to the ennui that had been nipping at her heels for longer than she cared to remember. She sniffled and curled into herself in sorrow as she asked herself how long she would feel like this, so alone, so completely broken. But there were no answers, only a deep void of nothing. A black hole that waited to suck her in if she let it.

He chuckled before whispering in my ear, "Everyone can be broken. You too will break. Soon." They both left a moment later, leaving me trembling and filled with dread. I placed one hand on my chest, feeling my heart thunder against my ribcage. I believed Eric's words. I believed it because, as I sat on that cold ground, overwhelmed by helplessness, something within me began to crack... ***

Everyone of us is broken in one way or the other. We just find a way, a thing or a person that glues us together. And sometimes, we don’t even find that so we learn to live with our broken parts and wait for that day when they will stop hurting. ~ A. Gupta Violet

He looks at the mattress and sees a puddle of blood where his ass was. Aiden turns away from the bed and staggers around the room, Tears run down his face as he cries. His vision is blurry as he looks through his tears, looking for something, but he's unsure what. Not until his eyes land on something, and he knows that's what he needs. Aiden stumbles across the basement toward the piece of broken metal hanging from the radiator. He grabs it and begins pulling as hard as he can. He wiggles and pulls on it until it finally breaks off.

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

All the dirty hands spanking my butt and drunk customers trying to kiss me made me feel so dirty that I wanted to rip my skin. It is past midnight, and there is no taxi or bus around, not that I had the money to pay for it, but I would have felt better if there had been something around me, but there is only dead silence. I kept my head down and walked fast towards my apartment when suddenly someone shouted from behind. "Hey girl" I turned around to see a very drunk customer from the pub walking rapidly towards me. I got scared and turned around and started running, but my feet betrayed me as always, and I tripped over my feet and fell on the sidewalk.

They called it the last sacred place. The Temple of Broken Stars, carved at the ragged edge of the world, where the wind forgot direction and maps frayed into nothing. Here, even the constellations came to die. No road reached it. No scripture dared describe it fully. Only whispers survived, of a sanctuary born from the first firestorms, where the sky itself cracked open, and the old gods bled starlight into stone. Kael found it. Or perhaps, it remembered him.

"Marcus just had to leave physically. The rest of us stayed and became strangers to ourselves." "And Lyra," Darius added, looking at her. "You were exiled from entire timelines. Forced to relive trauma, trying to save people who kept dying anyway." Through the bond, Lyra felt them seeing her—really seeing her. Not just the cosmic entity who broke reality. But the woman who had died alone across multiple lifetimes, trying desperately to prevent suffering. "We are all broken," she said. "That is why the Broken Crown fits." "But we are broken together," Kael countered. "And somehow that makes us whole enough to function."

he said, lifting my wrist adorned with a thin business watch. "It suits you even better than I imagined." The right hand of the man who had signed countless merger deals trembled slightly from nervousness. "If you don't want to wear it on your ring finger, you can wear it on a necklace first," Albert added cautiously. I shook my head with a smile, about to let him slide the ring onto my finger, when a deafening crack of breaking tempered glass cut me off. Shards sparkled through the air as Jeff burst in like an untamed beast.