Bent Not Broken Novels & Stories

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

Like it’s waiting. “I didn’t break when everything started,” I say. “I didn’t break when you manipulated me.” “I didn’t break when the system collapsed.” My voice steadies. Sharpens. “I’m not breaking now.” The figure watches closely. “You already did.” “Wrong.” I push myself up. Slowly. Shakily. But I do it. I stand. “I bent,” I say. “I didn’t break.” A beat. Then— “I’ll deal with that later.” Something flickers in its expression.

We were bruised. Shaken. Bent out of shape. But not broken. Not even close.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

“Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.” I listen intently, taking in every word. When Setia speaks it’s as though she’s speaking to my very soul. Her words have a way of making me feel like I’m not messed up, that I still have purpose and value in this life, even if I’m not sure what it is yet. “Besides,” she says as she gets to her feet. “I think ‘broken’ is the wrong word to describe you. Broken suggests something that can’t be repaired.” She holds her hand out for mine and I take it and stand up, “What word would you use then?”

"Red, that is funny. Your optimism is cute, but so misplaced. Some things get too broken for repair. You have no idea what it's like to have seen what we've seen. To have endured. And, for some, live with the physical results daily." "You might have suffered a fall and cracked like Humpty Dumpty, but you can glue some parts back together and go on." "Did you just compare me to an egg?" "She did," Ben snickered. "It might not have been my best analogy, but the meaning is unchanged. You're broken, but that doesn't mean you can't pull the undamaged parts of yourself together and live a full life."

Thinking of him and that day makes me angry, and I lunge at him. He quickly dodges my attack, and that makes me angrier. “Think Elena, look at your opponent, find his weakness and use it against him.” Martin coaches on the side. “Blood Moon warriors have no weakness.” The guy I am paired with says with a smirk on his face and that just pisses me off.

"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."