Beyond Repair Novels & Stories

“I met him there when he came to get a quote for repairs, but my dad was unable to do the job. Hence 360 Bike Repairs.” “Oh. Okay. That makes sense.” Caroline said tossing the paper bags to the side. I was curious to know if she knew who I was or what happened. So I asked, “Did Dmitry say what happened to his bike?” “Not sure if I should say.” She smiled. “Well there really isn’t much to say. Only that his bike was in an accident, and he wasn’t driving it. I was happy to hear that he was okay. Young Mister Hardin is a good boss. A nice man. But the older Mr. Hardin…..”

The doctor said it is normal for me because of my disorder or more like a curse. After minutes of closing my eyes, I opened it and reached for the remote of the television in front of me. Once I found it, I turned it on and I don't know what to feel when I saw a commercial for painting materials. I want to paint again. I want to feel that happiness again. I can't remember when was the last time I felt that burning feeling inside me. I don't know when I stopped. All I can remember is I woke up and don't know how to finish anything. I woke up and it seems like I've been born again.

He opened his eyes back and in an instant teleported himself along with his car to that place in his memory. His plan was great but he miscalculated the distance and height by a good margin. The car was teleported but they were not standing on the ground below instead now they were hanging in the air and as one know how gravity works the car won't be in air for long. Gravity did it's work and the car fell right into a cliff shattering into pieces as Liam saw his lover breaking while levitating in the air. He was stupefied, his white beauty does not remain a beauty anymore. His body couldn't move for few seconds due to shock.

“I only came to check on the Alpha King. See if he’s feeling better.” “Jasper’s friend? Never heard of you.” Brayden waved a dismissive hand. “You can’t just wander in. Leave.” Amelia’s cheeks flushed red. For once, she looked small. She backed out without another word. I couldn’t help the satisfaction curling in my chest. Brayden turned back to me, looking guilty. “I’m sorry, Savior. He’s stubborn, but… please, stay longer. My cousin’s been gone for weeks searching for a healer. I don’t think the Alpha King has much time.”

"If you continue on this path. If you refuse to let fear and opposition turn you away from what you've started." "And if we fail?" I asked. "Then the division becomes permanent." The visions shifted to show a darker future – the supernatural world fragmenting further, the Shadowed Knights' ideology spreading, endless conflict consuming everything. "The window for healing is finite. You have begun the process, but it must continue, must spread, or the opportunity will close forever." "No pressure," I muttered, and to my surprise, the moon goddess laughed. "You have your mother's spirit," she said fondly.

“Can it be fixed?” Elise laughs. “I can’t believe your sugar daddy can’t even buy you a new bag. But then again, these are so expensive they’re the equivalent of a couple of hospital bills, aren’t they? Man, you must be sucking some old wrinkly dick to be able to pay all that.” The sales assistant looks as flustered as I feel and shakes her head. “Damage like this we just can’t undo,” she says, sounding apologetic. “It’s the leather that’s damaged beyond repair,” she adds, trailing a gloved finger over the tears.

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

"You haven't failed. You're going through difficult times, but that does not mean you have lost everything. There's still a chance for rebuilding—just like you did with your own life. Don't let this be the end." Benedict looked up at her, his eyes expressing utmost exhaustion. "I do not know if I am able to do this mom," he said. "I do not know if I can repair things." Her voice was steady and soft. "You can. But you cannot do it by yourself. Ask for help from those who care. Start by doing the right thing. You need to mend the company, but you must mend yourself, too. You run from everything—your past, your mistakes, your heart—and it all catches up to you."

Psyche is more powerful than I originally thought. “I have command over the spirits I send there. Not the Beyond itself.” She holds her hands up defensively. “Kas, for those of us who don’t know, can you explain what this place is?” Ashley looks at Sy, then back to me. “Oh, sorry. Yes. The Beyond is an astral plane that… well… isn’t. It’s a place between places. Infinite nothingness. Its only real purpose is for travel or to slingshot you to where you want to go from one dimension to another. In reality, it’s more like the back door option or going on a path through the dark, scary woods. There are plenty of real nasty entities who get trapped there when they try to use it, which adds anothe