Book Fragile Novels & Stories

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

She has her head pressed into Ireland’s neck with her eyes closed. “Okay Bug I am going to show this Alpha what happened okay?” Ireland asked soothingly. The little girl just tightened her hold on Ireland and nodded her head slightly. Ireland turned slightly and that is when I could see the 3 thin scars caused by claws going from the left side of her cheek down her neck and disappearing under the collar of her dress.

I gripped the edge of the counter to steady myself, breathing through my nose. Bianca noticed. Of course she did. “Careful, sweetie,” she said, voice dropping to something almost tender. “You don’t want to break anything… again.” The “again” landed like a slap — quiet, deliberate, perfect. She didn’t elaborate. Didn’t have to. The implication hung there, You break things, Rae. Relationships. Trust. Families. You’re fragile. Clumsy. Dangerous. I turned the faucet off — too hard — water splashing up my forearms. My reflection stared back at me in the dark window above the sink: wide eyes, pale cheeks, lips pressed into a thin line. I looked like a ghost.

It was selfish of me, but I remained still letting him think I was still out. "Holy fuck, it worked," a strange voice said. "Are you positive it is disabled?" "Ya, I'm fucking positive. Now we have to get this off her skin. It seems to be glued on her, and I don't know how to get it off without ripping it off." "It's super glue, a lot of it," I said, not wanting them to rip my skin more. "Tess, please look at me," Tyson said in that commanding tone that I've never been able to ignore.

Her complexion turned as pale as a sheet, and even moving her body became difficult. Luna tried to reach out and tightly grip the edge of the bathtub, using her arms to lift herself slightly and get out of the tub. Even this effort drained Luna's strength due to her weakened state. Slowly, she managed to get her legs out of the tub and cautiously touch the floor. However, the mixture of water and soap suds on the floor caused it to become even more slippery, and Luna couldn't maintain her balance.

As we danced, Zayn leaned in and whispered, "What’s your wish for your birthday' I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want to see you again," I said, the words spilling out before I could stop them. His eyes softened, and he nodded. "Then it’s a promise." But before I could say anything more, a thick fog began to roll in, covering the dance floor and everyone around us. It was so sudden, so strange, and then... he was gone. I searched for him, called his name, but there was no trace of him. The fog lifted, and I found myself alone, standing in the middle of the ballroom, surrounded by strangers who looked at me as if I didn’t belong.

The confident smile on Arthur Vane's face locked up instantly. Logan reached up, forcefully removing Arthur's hand from his shoulder and tossing it aside. "First of all, you lack the absolute right to utter the words 'no life-threatening complications' in my presence. My niece has a violent slur carved directly into her forehead, requiring seventeen surgical stitches. Her left arm is shattered in two separate places, her right arm is broken, and her right leg is fractured. She has been out of the ICU for less than ten hours. And you have the sheer audacity to stand there and tell me it isn't serious?

"I care about results." He says the word with a strange, dark relish. "Tell me, Fragile... why should I hire a woman who looks like she’s one bad day away from an ending?" he continues, his voice a low, dangerous tone. The nickname Fragile hits her like a physical blow. Rhea’s breath stutters. She looks at him, really looks at him, and sees a monster behind the bespoke suit. "I'm...I'm not breakable, sir," she whispers, though her heart is screaming.

It became fragile, easily broken. Even small injuries took forever to heal. The slightest stress could send me spiraling out of control. Sometimes, I even felt like that fragility protected me. Since I seemed like 'too much trouble,' some of the worst things that could have happened to me were avoided. However, they did not let me off. They only became harsher. If something went wrong, I was beaten. If nothing went wrong, I was still beaten. If something in the house broke, it was my fault. If my younger brothers picked on me and I fought back, that was my fault, too.