Book Broken For You Novels & Stories

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.

Cracked in my hand. —

I had it when I left the house this morning but wasn’t sure if I lost it in the forest. I watched as he pulled it from his jacket pocket and passed it to me. “If you’re not on ????оƃ????????ƃ.????о???? right now, this content has been scraped! For fresh updates, exclusive insights, and the real story, come visit us directly at ????оƃ????????ƃ.????о????. We appreciate your loyalty!” It was off or maybe it was broken. I turned it on sighing when I noticed the cracked screen. Of course, because that’s the type of luck I have.

My body aches, but nothing hurts as much as the emptiness growing inside my chest. I shuffle forward and kneel next to the frame, reaching for one of the wooden slats that once supported the mattress. I try to wedge it back into place, but the other side is cracked, and the bracket it belongs to has been ripped straight from the joint. I try again. It doesn’t fit. Nothing fits. He broke it beyond repair. My hands fall to my lap. I stare at the wreckage, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Then it all hits at once.

Jason POV "I miss you too, Mom" I said into the phone. "C'mon Mom, I promise I will be home by weekend" I assured her for the second time, while fiddling with my car keys. "I will definitely..." I was saying but all of a sudden, someone bumped into me from my back, causing my cell phone to fell down and shattered on the floor. Alright Someone nose is getting broken tonight. I thought angrily. I turned abruptly as anger laced through me.

“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…..”

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Every saturday morning, the sun gleamed with pride. Thaddeus sat astride the window watching as tiny rain drops trickled down the window pane, descending in the house through the tiny crack in the roof. It should have been fixed by their dad a some sunny months ago... His thoughts flew out of proportion with the hard thuds he thought he'd heard on the weak door of his small house. Almost instantly there came a rapid second thud on the door. It was also as the first, if not harder. Whoever was knocking should be grateful Sarah was not home, it would...

Liven said it as if he could cry. Lexus fixed the glasses. "He broke my book, Mom!" I held my breath. Seriously, I can't stand the stubbornness of these two. I stepped between them and held out my hand. They immediately put down their broken things. Well, they know the drill. "Brother Lexus, why did you break Liven's toy?" I'm looking at Lexus now. "Because he broke my book, Mom." I looked at Liven. "Liven, why did you break Kuya Lexus's toy?"