Break My Soul Novels & Stories

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

"That's not how you acted when you broke off our engagement. Now that you need me, you've come crawling back?" Vivian slapped herself across the face several times. "I didn't cherish you when I should have. I didn't know what I had until it was gone. It's all my fault. I'll do anything to make it up to you!" I scoffed. "No need, Ms. Saddler. Please leave. I already have a girlfriend. Kindly see yourself out." Seeing that Vivian remained kneeling on the floor and was unresponsive, I called for security to have her removed.

"Sorry. Larissa suddenly felt a little sick. I had to take her to the hospital. We'll have plenty of anniversaries in the future anyway. After Larissa leaves tomorrow, I'll do anything you want, okay?" The concert finally started. The music drifted through the stadium, soft and melodic. I closed the messaging app and, for the first time in a month, opened social media. A photo Larissa had just posted popped right up—it was her selfie with Jeff at the concert. The music continued, as if mocking me for still holding out hope for him when I agreed to the concert and during the journey here. And now, that tiny hope was completely gone. After divorcing him seven times, I should have known by now.

I was just a man, hollowed out, shattered into a million pieces. My knees buckled. And a single, raw, broken scream, a sound of a soul being torn in two, ripped from my throat. “ISABELLA!

"Hurry and change. Lydia will get scared if she sees you like this." I took the clothes without responding and walked into the bathroom. Hot water slammed against my torn back, and pain shot through me. I gasped, clutching the sink to keep from collapsing. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Torn flesh, bruises, and a face drained of all color. Exhaustion and despair etched into every line. And then I laughed. I laughed until tears spilled down my face. The drug trial would begin.

I think I am broken. -----------

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

A hollow, distorted smile stretches across my peeling lips. "Perfect..." I whisper into the quiet room. I turn back to face the mirror, staring deeply into the eyes of the broken girl looking back at me. For the absolute last time, I force a trembling smile to my lips as a hot, heavy tear spills over my lashes, tracing a slow path down my pale cheek. For the last time, I bear witness to my own shattered soul. For the final time, I vocalize the bitter, agonizing truths that have taken root in my mind.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...