Bent Not Broken นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Ada squeezed between RJ and Steve, while Bambi forced himself between Steve and Robin. ‘This is going to be a long night.’

"I'm not letting Shawn off the hook for what he did to Sue. He has to kneel and apologize!" The tiny hand rolled across the floor, dark and grimy from the blood and dirt smeared on it. Yet, I pushed my way forward, cradling it against my chest as if it were something invaluable.

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.

Orion says. "Adrian was right, I'm weak. I'm not a dominant, I should have just stayed a submissive and become his slave. It was so easy for him to break me, if I was strong I'd still be fighting." "You are fighting. Being here is you fighting. What Adrian did to you would have broken anybody." "He didn't break Damian. Damian's fine, he's strong. He's a dominant, not me." "He didn't try to break Damian. He wanted Damian to feel good whereas he hurt you with the purpose of breaking you."

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.

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it.

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.”

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.