Book Broken For You Novels & Stories

I suddenly became thirsty and decided to make a stop and get myself a cup of hot coffee, but surprisingly the breaks refused to work. I really thought it was a mistake at first, but when I stepped on it for the second time, nothing happened. This made me scared. I stepped on it harder, finally realizing that something was definitely wrong with my breaks. I was extremely shocked because it was perfect this morning when drove to work. It could only mean one thing- someone had messed with my breaks and someone out there wanted me gone. In fright and while trying to control the staring wheels as well, I picked up my phone from my bag and dialled Hayden's number being the only person I could thin

I said as I left the shop. I grabbed my bike—only to realize it was broken. Seriously?! Why is my luck so bad today?!

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

heheh just a joke, I should get on it before it spoils. Should I be able to ride before it breaks? Well, I guess I said it wrong, I mean after I actually ride it before that, before it breaks! I will fulfill my request and it will go wrong, my head hurts! "Is it over?" hubby asked nervously, I shook my head. "I think it's broken, hubby." "What???" "Why, what's your problem?" I have a question. That's okay, because I also want to see your view here. I can see the sea from here.

But halfway through the second pattern, I lost my balance and took us to the floor again. I heard something snap, and Ambrose screamed in pain. “I’m so …sorry,” I said and sat up. “Let me …me help you …you up.” But he shook his head and stayed on the floor, cradling his right arm against his body. Between his wrist and his elbow, his arm didn’t look normal, and he was panting. “Why is your arm crooked?” I asked. “It’s broken, Miss Wilson,” he replied stiffly. The poor man was in pain, and it was my fault.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

It has slipped my mind with how Wren was acting I forgot to ask him when he got there, "I have it but it was smashed when the car flipped. we will get you a new one." Nodding I leaned more into them letting them help me, I was capable of walking on my own but right now I felt like someone dug a huge hole in my chest and it hurt all over my body.

But enough to infuriate the animal inside me. A crack sounded beside me. I looked down. My right boot had broken through the earth. The ground beneath it had fractured from the force of my weight. Cassian noticed. “You cross early, you lose her.” “She cannot be lost.” “You can still be disqualified.”

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”