Bent Not Broken Novels & Stories

I told him and he nodded. "Can I have her?" he asked again. "she is all yours but just so you know, she is broken. It would be great if you could fix that." I told him and he nodded his head. He seemed pretty serious with the way he put down his head in thought and then walked away. ********************** Dennis' pov

And as her heartbeat slowed against mine, I understood something even more clearly than before: Strength wasn’t about never bending. It was about choosing what you refused to break for. And I was done fighting alone.

A shining beacon of unconditional love, and joy, in the otherwise vast emotional wasteland Layla kept her in. The dog did not seem to be your typical pit bull however. He was not the broad, muscle bound beast, most people thought of when they pictured the breed. Rubble was tall, coming up to Sara’s bellybutton at the shoulder, and long and lean, his coat gleaming over well defined, muscle. His body, from nose to hip was almost as long as Sara’s outstretched arms. And his light chocolate eyes always lit up when Sara bounded in the door from school.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

We embraced vulnerability, allowing ourselves to be fully seen and heard, knowing that true intimacy could only be achieved through honest communication. Together, we faced the remnants of the business struggles that had threatened to tear us apart. We became a united front, leveraging our strengths and working tirelessly to overcome the obstacles in our path. It was a test of our resilience, but we refused to let it define us. Instead, we saw it as an opportunity for growth and transformation.

Jennifer chokes quietly. "It's not my story to tell. Let her come to you," I choke quietly and she nods with understanding. "I'm still putting broken pieces back together and learning something new along the way. Please, whatever you and Thomas do, don't break her trust. I'm not sure I'll be enough to pick up the pieces this time."

They toyed with him, beat him, but he escaped. Their mistake was that they didn't tie him. He waited until their attention was no longer on him. When he saw the perfect opportunity, he ran as fast as he could. Despite all the broken bones and busted lips, Gilbert ran as fast as he could. -End of Flashback- He was a weak little boy back then. But he made a vow that he will never be weak again. He will never be beaten like a dog again. And he promised himself that he will get back to everyone who bent him to his knees.

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.”

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

“How? Harrison has all the money and power in the world. We have nothing left. He can keep attacking forever. We can’t keep defending forever.” “So you outlast him.” “That’s not really an answer.” “Yes it is. You survive one more day than he thinks you can. You take one more hit than he expects you to handle. You win by not breaking when he’s sure you will.” “I’m already broken.” “You’re exhausted. There’s a difference. Exhaustion can be fixed, broken is forever. You’re not broken, Lena. You’re just really, really tired.” Quiet tears ran down my face. Not the desperate kind, just soft relief. “How did you get so wise?”