Bent Not Broken Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Good. Sometimes, I feel broken. It used to feel like I was alone. That she broke me.” Amid his protest, I pull away from the hug. I want to hear his story but I am worried for him and us. Ben looks everywhere but at me. I cup his face. “Hey.” His eyes close and my heart twists painfully. “You’re not broken, Benny. Even if you are, I will complete you.” I place his hand over my stomach. My vitiligo is my biggest insecurity, the part of me that leaves me with doubts. It is nothing compared to his pain but it shows I am not perfect either and I don’t want to be. “I am broken too. We all are.”

Further, whereas Bella naturally glanced at Dave, she deliberately ceased this action upon noting the situation. However, Marcus found difficulty in erecting his body from his feet. Mad sparkling characterized his features. He attacked. But first, she behaved instinctively without taking the opportunity to think about it. She placed herself between them, her hand locking around Marcus' arm as it swung. Her form was filled with power. She was a hybrid: the power of her nature responded to her instincts. There was a sickening crack. Marcus shrieked in agony when his bone broke out of Bella’s grasp. Bella threw Marcus away without difficulty, and the latter hit the row of lockers with a thud, d

I said finally. “Do what?” “Be strong. Be free. Be… me. What if I try, and I still fail? What if I’m just broken?” Kael was silent for a long time. Then he said, “You’re not broken, Aria. You’re bent. There’s a difference. Broken things can’t be fixed. Bent things can be straightened. And I’m gonna straighten you, whether you like it or not.” I looked up at him, surprised by the fierceness in his voice.

I was looking confused but I could bet the alpha was looking more confused than I was. “It didn't break” He muttered in a cracked voice. “The mate bond didn't break”

"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."

“Bu‌‍t not br​o‌ken.” S‍o‌meth⁠ing flickered i⁠n⁠ he​‌r eye⁠s​ t​o‌o quic​k‍ to name. “I⁠ can’t⁠ afford​ to b​e broke⁠n,‌” s​he said. “Not‌ anymore.”

"It is all right." "No, it is not all right. Nothing about this is all right." He straightened, meeting my eyes. "You are right. It is not. But you are surviving it. That takes strength." "I do not feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be mended." "Can they? Because I am not sure I can be." Bill set the pillows back on the bed. "Thank you for earlier." "You do not need to thank me. It is my job to protect you."

"What's the point of fighting if I lose everything anyway?" Alexander moved closer. "The point is you don't let them break you. You don't give them that satisfaction." "I'm already broken." "No." His voice was firm. "You're tired. You're scared. But you're not broken." "How do you know?" "Because broken people don't fight back. And you're still fighting." I wanted to believe him. But I felt shattered into pieces I couldn't put back together. My phone rang again. Adrian. I almost didn't answer.

“No.” “Broken?” “Not in the way you think,” he answered. I raised an eyebrow. “Then how?” “You’re hurt,” he said. “Not broken. There’s a difference. Broken things don’t feel pain. Hurt ones do.” That hit me hard. I looked down again. “He made me believe I was only good for one thing, and eventually, I stopped trying to be anything else.” There was a pause. I could hear the clock ticking behind me. Each tick felt like an unwelcome breath I didn’t know how to take.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Why? You're asking me why?" Zeenah cut her off harshly too, as she cuddled the baby more to her bosom. "It's because I'm tainted; a piece of used baggage that has no value left. It's because I'm broken beyond repair and I don't think I deserve to be happy, ever..." "Enough! Please!" Samira winced at the pain in her stomach, but she quickly masked it off. "Why do you keep wishing for the worst thing ever?"