Break My Soul Novels & Stories

I felt my heart break into a million pieces when my knees dropped to the cold floor. I was damaged goods and he did this to me, he made me this way. He broke me beyond repair. I wanted to numb all of this pain; the violent pound in my heart, my torn organ leaking out of my chest and my soul ripped from my body. Everything that I was, everything that I am was no more. He had not only broken my heart but my trust, my willingness to love another again and my soul.

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

I knew the reason why and it lodged behind my throat like a bitter pill. I was disgusted at myself. How could I do something like that? How could the picture of the man who made my life a living hell turn me on so much that I lose myself? The image of me fucking my hands in the bathroom flashed in my mind and I groaned into the pillow. Right now, I expected to feel remorseful but I didn't and that was what bred the disgust. I knew I was going to do it again. I glanced at the clock. It was just three am. Could morning come already? I froze at that thought. Did I wish that just because I couldn't wait to see Adam again?

Will you leave now? My words completely enraged her, and she frantically grabbed my arm. "Who is it? How could she take you away from me? You're mine!" She stood on tiptoe, trying to force a kiss on me. My upbringing never allowed me to physically hurt a drunk woman. "Sophia, if you do this, I'll never forgive you!" I shouted. My yell snapped her back to reality. She slowly released her grip and explained, "Lucas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

She had begun to shake now. "And what soul are you talking about? What soul, Theo? You destroyed every part of me. I have no soul, I have nothing left in me now...... Nothing...You snatched it all away," she yanked her hand from his hold and shoved him backward. Her eyes were red and round with rage.

I felt the tears itch on my skin, so much pain, so much pain washing through my body. I wanted to heave yet the sound and air not pushing up, just compounding in my chest with it thrusting with revenge, wanting to tear apart. My mind was breaking and it felt as if my soul was breaking with it. I felt lost, as if I had lost myself a long time ago, the left piece ripping apart with my life slipping away with it. I tried holding on, everything spinning, spinning away with the darkness there to collect my soul away. I felt myself float, my hold getting loose until I just slipped away into darkness.

Love is not like that. At least not my definition of love. I stayed with you for 17 years, Anirudh . Now I can not do it anymore. Everytime my decisions were taken by someone else but today I am making my own decision. I am ending my misery. I am no longer a puppet of yours. I am no longer a prisoner. I am free. I am finally free. Move away Anirudh the car will blast any moment and most importantly it is not your love that broke me. I am broken by the love of my own. My love broke me completely.

Broken Strings, Broken Body, Broken Soul. Deep down I always knew I was alone. Caleb tried to resurrect me but I died that day, and should have stayed dead. Mum’s life would have brought more joy and I would have been briefly mourned and then only yearly by my loving mother. My life’s light was now almost extinguished. I could see my candle, barely burning, just holding on to the last piece of wax.

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.