Novel & Cerita B R O K E N Unscramble

The knife clattered from Bryce’s grip, skittering across the polished marble like a serpent fleeing the fight. Bryce staggered but refused to fall, his lips curling into a bitter laugh. “Do you even understand what I built for this moment?” His words were ragged, his breath sharp, but his voice carried the weight of madness. “Every detail… perfect. And you...you ruined it.”

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Bambi continued his squealing ritual while Jada forced herself to sleep. “What did he say byotch?” he asked, shaking her leg. Opening her eyes, she glared at Bambi. But just like what he did to Lyken, he just showed her a peace sign. “Your suitors are early birds Ja, they don’t want to be left behind,” Robin chimed. “Ohhh, that’s why Lyken’s here early,” Steve added and they burst into laughter. “Dumbass!” she snapped at Steve, then she turned to Bambi, “He said the bracelet was a gift.”

Early Friday Morning I got up at my usual time, but with body pain. It didn't stop me from attending school, I showered and got dressed in a baby blue shirt with black jeans, with white jordans. *knock on the door* (Amy) Yes, come in. It's like your all dressed up, you look beautiful by the way Amy. He said while smiling warmly at her. Did she blush? ....you don't look bad yourself she said while staring at the ground. He chuckled and replied, thanks. Amy's breakfast ? is ready let's eat before heading to school. Her eyes lit up like a candle when he mentioned food, she flew out of the room like flash. Riley busted out laughing. ? See how reacted at word breakfast. (Amy POV) I can hear Ri la

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

But in the unraveling, something new was being forged. Not yet unity. Not yet trust. But the shape of it. The ghost of it. A fragile bond, woven from shared pain and phantom sensations. The beginning of a symphony strong enough, perhaps, to hold the darkness at bay.

Jennifer chokes quietly. "It's not my story to tell. Let her come to you," I choke quietly and she nods with understanding. "I'm still putting broken pieces back together and learning something new along the way. Please, whatever you and Thomas do, don't break her trust. I'm not sure I'll be enough to pick up the pieces this time."

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

I only had a cup of coffee for breakfast. Finally, I was done eating. I cleaned my mouth, settled my bills, and headed out. However, I was just so unlucky. I bumped into a guy who was holding a cup of wine in one hand and the bottle in the other. Unfortunately, the wine in the cup poured on my body while the bottle fell on the floor and broke. It was the guy's fault. He wasn't looking at where he was going. I felt so embarrassed as my cloth got ruined. ' What's your problem? What's all this? Couldn't you focus on where you were going?' I yelled angrily.

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.