Bent Not Broken Novels & Stories

she doesn’t look weak she just looks broken and I smile with satisfaction. “Good, a broken spirit makes the strongest ally."

It made me miss my dad. "You really did keep tabs on me. Why did you never just meet me?" "We have met before, Americano, with a shot of Hazelnut and full-fat cream. Cherry danish to go." "No...You? but... you look different." "It's called a glimmer. You can do it too. It's part of our Bennet blood." To say I was shocked was a mass understatement.

“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.”

Not broken, not yet, but bleeding. To be continued…

And then, barely audible, breaking like glass, "Much less a broken one."

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

Because she hadn’t begged. And he hadn’t broken.

The kind that doesn’t run. The kind that fights back.

Broken. Bloody. But no longer alone.

Nova listened intently, not interrupting. "She left me," Bentley continued, his voice flat. "Said I was too focused on work, too distant. She found someone else who made her feel special. But that was not the case. And then there's Ivy, but that is a story for another day. I'm just unlucky with these things. Love or whatever you people call it. "Oh come on," Nova nudged him. "It's not that bad. There's no one that has never gotten their hearts broken before. I just told you about mine. It was not entirely a heartbreak per se but at least it broke my heart."