Bent But Not Broken Novels & Stories

It's not a good one. Nova nodded, understanding his reluctance. "I get it. Heartbreak can do that to you. But it doesn’t mean you should shut yourself off completely." Bentley looked at her, his gaze softening. "Maybe you're right," he said quietly. "But it's not easy." "I know," Nova said, giving him a reassuring smile. "But you’re not alone. You’ve got people around you who care. And who knows, maybe one day you'll find someone who makes it all worth it again."

"But strength without the will to use it is useless. Mercy is a luxury we cannot have. It is a crack in your armor. And cracks get people killed." He turned and walked away. His footsteps echoed. I stood there, the gun still heavy in my hand. Jaxon came to stand beside me. "He is not wrong," Jaxon said quietly. "I know," I whispered. "But I am not wrong either." I held the gun out to him. He took it. His fingers touched mine. "What happens now?" I asked. "Now?" Jaxon took the bullets out of the gun. "Now he is disappointed. But he is also more interested than ever. You did not break. You just bent in your own way. He does not know what to do with that."

“Because perfection is a lie. It’s brittle. It has no memory, no character. It can’t bear weight because it has never been tested.” He reached out then, not to pull Sabatine into an embrace, but to take his hand, turning it over to trace the lines on his palm, the calluses, the faint scars. “You are not damaged goods, Sabatine. You are a tested thing. A proven thing. Every scar, every grave, every shadow in your eyes is a stress-test you survived. That is what makes you strong. Not in spite of the breaks, but because of them. You don’t have to be a pristine pillar. Be the reinforced steel. Be the thing that’s been through the fire and knows how to bend without breaking.”

Nylo stayed close, his tiny warmth the only thing keeping me grounded. “Why won’t they let me go?” I whispered, more to myself than to him. Nylo’s tail flicked. “Because they’re scared of you.” I frowned. “Scared? Of me?” He nodded, serious. “You’re not like them. You don’t bow. You don’t break. That makes you dangerous.” I stared at the ceiling, cracks spiderwebbing across it. “I feel pretty broken.” “You’re not,” he said fiercely. “You’re just… bent. And bent things can still cut.”

She just held me, solid and warm and unwavering. And in her arms, something inside me finally softened. Maybe I wasn’t broken. Maybe I was just bending. And maybe—just maybe—that was okay.

The pain in his heart almost palpable. The two parents could only embrace each other as they let the bond heal their shattered hearts. It is said that it is a universal blessing to be granted kids to carry ones bloodline. However, it is a curse when your children turn out to be unreasonable or depraved. Well, Manny is not entirely unreasonable nor is he depraved. However, he is somewhere in between these two characteristics. To sum it all up, he is just downright egoistic.

Not since Lyken became my boyfriend. When Jada and Lyken broke up, she thought they couldn’t fix things between them. But thanks to the power of forgiveness, they are where they are now. Just as Demi Moore said, ‘The things people do to each other, they remember. If they stay together, it's not because they forget. It's because they forgive.’ And Jada agrees with her. Whether she likes it or not, what happened between Lyken and her will be forever part of their history. That’s something they can’t just erase.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

I asked My three other employees, sincerely I don't know their name but I know one work in the marketing department. "It's a party boss, it doesn't matter how much we drink" The black haired spoke with an Italian accent, obviously tipsy. The bar tender pushed a glass to me and I murmured a half thank you. Jim stood up smiling and missing one step after the other " I am gonna go talk to that burnet" he pointed to a girl who wasn't a burnet but dark haired. I nodded and held Emma back as she moved to follow him. " can't I go dance?" She asked

There was one thing true about what my Dad told me once, "Life is like a piano. The white keys show happiness and the black keys show sadness, but as you venture on in life, remember that the black keys also make music." I still have a long fight ahead of me. And this time, I won't sit back and watch everyone turn their backs on me.