Break My Soul Novels & Stories

That’s all. I should say, ‘Don’t.’ I’d said it so many times before. It had worked. I knew the word. It was just a sound. Don’t. But it got stuck, caught in my dry throat. And then, it wasn't a choice anymore. The line just broke. It shattered into a million tiny pieces around us, and I didn't even try to pick them up.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

Hope POV There is something inside me that I didn't think could break anymore, I thought I had already suffered all the pain, physical and mental. I have lost loves, friends and enemies. I have shattered and reinvented myself. I felt my soul being torn, my skin being burned, my bones being broken and my muscles being ripped. I knelt and begged, I prayed and cursed. I cried tears of blood watching the souls of some comrades being annihilated. I cried because I lost a love, I cried because I lost lovers, I cried because I couldn't be close to the one I longed to be with the most. I cried and begged for the pain to stop.

“Certain things are attached to emotions… Those I can help ease. But your biggest pains? Your father made sure he injured your soul. He wanted to break you… and every time you came to see me, I saw your soul crack more and more…” “Mmm…” I murmur, my eyelids winning the battle as they fall. “Did you see it when it finally broke?” “The soul is not so easily broken when you are as stubborn as a man as you are, Alpha Liam,” I scoff. “Then you are not looking hard enough.” Her hands grab my cheeks, and my eyes fly open, locking on hers as she stares at me. She smiles and shakes her head. “You aren’t breaking anymore, you are healing. It’s about damn time you found some goodness in your life. Try

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

The mirror invites Perci to see his soul and the condition of his heart, to look past physical features. He sees nothing but a man in his 40's, single and broken. 'I wish I had not met you again.' He broke the mirror; it was the last mirror in his room because the rest is broken. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once small. From a perfect mirror to something that is unrecognizable. He watches each fragment fly outward until they lie still yet vicious on the Marmol floor. Breaking glass has become his art and comfort. There is nothing more broken than his heart. Those fragments are nothing compared to his heart. He watched them shatter and release just a fragmen

I chuckled, removing my hand from her lower back “Little one, he is a wolf, he will heal just fine in time, he won’t need a band-aid by the time he gets back home to us” I shook my head in a no motion “The band-aid is for his soul” Soul? My eyes grew wide “What do you mean?” I asked. “His soul has a crack in it, and it needs to be fixed before it breaks more” I knew only one way a crack can happen, he had been revived, once a soul is placed back in their body, it's damaged, doomed to break and once broken, the soul disappears as if it never existed in the first place. I placed my hand on Beth’s shoulder spinning her around to face me, both hands gripped each of her slender shoulders “What d

Fighting the instant spike of our connection. “Some things can’t be fixed Sai,” I take his face in my hands. Making him look me in the eye. To hear what I’m asking. “Some things just have to break. So please,” I beg, running my lips over his before I breathe the request that will change, possibly save my life as I know it. “Break me…” 31: Ayame - Break Me

Like shattering glass and shooting agony pierced into her soul. 𝑶𝒇 𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔.