Bent But Not Broken Novels & Stories

Unbreakable. Forever.

I would not be broken. Not by them. Not by anyone.

He had no choice but to depend on Sarah, who worked to support him and their child. Even so, he would often beat and berate her, blaming her for losing his wealthy lifestyle and promising career. He drank heavily every day until he broke his leg in a drunken fall, which made Sarah's life slightly easier. Now, Sarah looked worn down by time. She appeared haggard and aged, seeming a decade older than our peers. Once upon a time, we were the admired beautiful couple, the talk of the campus. These days, I rarely needed to attend business functions personally, and I no longer had to engage in drinking contests. Over the years, I had maintained strict discipline, losing my beer belly and gaining s

"No, Mom. Don't you still have Mr. Francis?" "He could never compare to you," Queenie replied. Since my death, she seemed to have aged a decade overnight. Leroy looked at her both fearfully and numbly. He was noticeably less lively than other kids his age. My heart ached at the sight of this. From the moment I had agreed to the surgery, I hadn't planned on surviving. Before my paralysis, I had been a confident, successful architect. But after the accident, my nights had been filled with unbearable suffering.

But it doesn’t work. Because I am broken, and I’m pretty sure I’m beyond repair.

" 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.

“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!”

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

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.