Break My Soul Novels & Stories

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

I took one good look at them before I was turning back to my son. I grabbed his face softy and had him looking down into my eyes. "Im sorry." I whispered. The only way a soul could be this broken was if someone close to them did it. A soul could withstand so much, even tourture but when someone they bonded with died or rejected them they would break. I rubbed his cheek and allowed my power to flow through to his soul. A small spark from within told me that he was more broken than anyone could see. I closed my eyes and conjured up the book of ultimate power onto Alexanders desk.

Aero and I mutter in unison “Everyone’s soul starts off as a small ball of light. It grows as the person grows, gradually taking shape of the person. Sometimes, it gets to a certain size and never grows anymore because a person is trapped in a cycle that they can’t get out of. Others, like those who have experienced levels of trauma, develop cracks. When the cracks meet, the soul breaks along with that person.” “How bad are hers?” “She should have broken long ago.” “Is that how the darkness got in?”

One does not come unscathed from a tragedy such as this. The thing is that my beloved is not a Vampire like any other; she possesses her soul; she can be brought to her knees by feelings that consume her. This very thing can break her into shattering pieces; it can destroy her, or she shall become a stronger woman. And as she rests her head against my chest, my shirt gets drenched from her tears. That dead heart in her frail body is crumbling and falling into dust

"If you break this, you’ll never see the real Bryan again! He’s stored in the memory bank! I’m the only one who can bring him back!" "The Bryan I love wouldn't want me to live in a cage!" I yelled. I brought my knee up into his stomach. He gasped, dropping the gun. I grabbed the camera with both hands and slammed it against the floor of the tunnel. SMASH. The lens shattered into a thousand pieces. A blinding light erupted from the broken glass. It wasn't white or gold, it was a deep, pulsing violet. It was the color of my own soul. The hallway began to dissolve. The film strips curled up and turned into smoke. I felt the weight of the house, the writer, and the publisher all falling away. Fo

"Someone should be there only to listen to a broken person. Just listen. No sympathy needed, no need to handle that broken person, no need to show that you'll be always there for them. No! Just talk and listen. That's the maximum help you can do for a broken person" Our eyes met. I peered deep into her grey eyes. Apart from the kohl, I exactly saw only the depth in her eyes for the first time, embraced by a big fat mystery, something that eating her from inside. Those words she spoke were not only words. Those seemed to be the pieces of her soul she put in front of me. "Are you broken, Zoya?", I uttered.

"Jaime, last night... You broke me first." ------The End-------

“I’ll help you destroy Rowan from the ground up. Whatever you need from me, just say the word.” “I want him to suffer,” I whisper, putting those words out into the world for the first time. “He told her I was broken… And that he wanted to leave me with nothing.” “We’re all broken, sweetheart,” Azure wrapped me in his arms, burying his nose in my hair. “Cracked, chipped, shattered; Everyone has wear and tear on their soul. Sometimes we need to break before we put ourselves back together the way we were meant to be.” His words caused something in me to shift, and my heart fluttered in my chest.

Getting up I walk downstairs, Marcus's eyes on me as I grab food, sitting down, I watch the kids playing. I know I have lost myself. I feel like my body is walking around, moving and soulless. Like my soul has given up early and left me here alone to battle this. How do I fight a battle without my soul? With a heart that is broken and no longer whole? I am lost. I am all the way down, falling through the surface causing an earthquake inside me as I keep falling, crashing further down. I'm going left and right, trying to find my way back, but I can't seem to. I can feel love around me, but then it is plagued with darkness.

Weighted. Sure thing, there was no easy way to break somebody’s heart…