Bent But Not Broken Novels & Stories

“Look Nelly, if you return the bracelet, I won’t pursue any damages for the car you smashed or the other antiques you broke. “Please, just give me my bracelet back.” Nelly looked at me, her smile wicked and triumphant. “Seeing you so scared is pretty entertaining.” Desperation consumed me as I growled, “Do you have any idea how much this bespoke bracelet is worth? Over a hundred million dollars!” Nelly scoffed at me. “Stop trying to fool me. You really think I’m stupid enough to believe a mere bracelet could be worth over a hundred million?” I clenched my fists. “This bracelet is custom made, one of a kind—priceless! You can’t afford to pay for it!”

His body shook as he broke down crying. He hurt… He hurt everywhere. His back, his stomach, his ass and his insides. His heart was broken. He felt disgusting and used. ‘Thaddeus will never want me now.’ Aiden thought. Aiden knows Thaddeus will never want him after feeling what just happened to him. He's going to be disgusted knowing that another man touched him. Knowing that another man's cock was just inside him. Knowing that another man just came inside him. He's dirty, disgusting, and tainted. He's used, and Thaddeus is going to be repulsed by him.

BROKEN: having given up all hope. I walked into the main school building, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. It's been six months since I last saw my bullies, Dylan Thompson, James Sanders, and Tom Miller. I'd always wondered why they despised me; I'd never done anything wrong, I'd always stayed in the shadows, never drawing attention to myself, but it was never enough for some reason they loved making my life in high school a living hell.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

A shining beacon of unconditional love, and joy, in the otherwise vast emotional wasteland Layla kept her in. The dog did not seem to be your typical pit bull however. He was not the broad, muscle bound beast, most people thought of when they pictured the breed. Rubble was tall, coming up to Sara’s bellybutton at the shoulder, and long and lean, his coat gleaming over well defined, muscle. His body, from nose to hip was almost as long as Sara’s outstretched arms. And his light chocolate eyes always lit up when Sara bounded in the door from school.

It was Joey's turn to crouch beside the car. He had to get this child out no matter how much she resisted but, if she struggled, it could well make her injury worse. A broken shard of bone could sever a nerve or a major blood vessel. He had watched the way Penny had calmed a terrified little girl with a skill that had taken his breath away. Had made something in his gut feel all soft. He'd known she was an amazing mother but what he'd just seen her do was awesome. All he needed to do now was to follow her example.

They toyed with him, beat him, but he escaped. Their mistake was that they didn't tie him. He waited until their attention was no longer on him. When he saw the perfect opportunity, he ran as fast as he could. Despite all the broken bones and busted lips, Gilbert ran as fast as he could. -End of Flashback- He was a weak little boy back then. But he made a vow that he will never be weak again. He will never be beaten like a dog again. And he promised himself that he will get back to everyone who bent him to his knees.

I said quietly, my fingers grazing the edge of the tray, the words heavier than they sounded. She blinked. "For what?" "For not treating me like I’m broken." Sophia tilted her head, eyes narrowing thoughtfully. Then she gave me the softest smile… the kind that reminded me of sisterhood. The kind that reassured me. "You were never broken. You just bent a little and at a point in every man's life, we all bend. It's just your turn." We both laughed at that… not loud or long, but deep enough to loosen something tight in my chest.

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."

“I’ll take whatever you give me.” He smiled—the smallest, shyest, most beautiful smile I’d ever seen. Then—because this is us—he added: “But if you lie again, Brandon, I swear I’ll suplex you.” I laughed, chest lighter than it had been in days. “Yeah, okay, sunflower.” He rolled his eyes but didn’t stop smiling. And in that moment—sitting on an empty field bench, holding the boy who almost walked away—I realized: We hadn’t broken. We were bruised. Shaken. Bent out of shape. But not broken. Not even close.