Break Your Box 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*

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

Dylan let go of my backpack and joined Kylan, rushing to Nate’s side to check up on him, but my eyes were fixed on the box. It was my turn. I felt my palms grow sweaty as I stared at it. The box... The same box that had already affected Kylan, Dylan, and now Nate. I took small, hesitant steps forward, knowing there was no escaping this. Everyone had done their part, and now it was my turn. In all honesty, I was shaking—and couldn’t even begin to imagine what would happen when I held that box. Would it really talk to me? Would it break me just as it had broken Nate?

I yelled. With that, the car sped off in the distance. I started walking down the dark dirt road not knowing where I was. I plugged in my earphones and tried to block out my fear. Mrs. Potato head by Melanie Martinez Started to play. 'If you weren't born with it you can Buy a couple ornaments. Just be sure to read The warning kids, cause pretty soon you'll be Bored of it.' I sang along as tears started to form in my eyes. Yeah I told him to let me out but he didn't actually have to do it. And the worst part is. He didn't even care if I were to be gone.

“By 2:30pm. Axel has a meeting with his men downstairs in a room so we can break the door and escape,” "Sure but how do we break down the door?” I asked. She brought out a small box from her pocket and slid it open. It was filled with pins. “We can use this to jiggle the keyhole.”. I nodded, stretching out my hand to take the box from her but as I was rubbing the small box, feeling at the pins in it, the door burst open, making me jolt immediately I saw Axel walk in. Olivia slowly slid the box back into her pocket. She did it too slowly, making Axel's eyes liger on her for a bit, looking right into her eyes.

POV: ISLA Finally, the advance copies arrived. A box on our doorstep. Plain. Nondescript. But inside: our story. "They're here," I called to Jaxon. He came running. We stood over the box like it might explode. "Open it," he said. "You open it." "No you open it" "Together?" "Fine" We opened it together. And there it was. "ASHES TO EMPIRE: Breaking Free from a Legacy of Violence"

Then, with a cry of pure pain and love, I slammed the blade into the box. CRACK! The sound was like a mountain breaking in half. A massive shockwave of white light exploded from the box. It didn't burn; it felt like a cold wind blowing through my soul. I felt my red wings dissolve into mist. I felt the heat in my blood vanish. The silver scar on my chest turned into a regular, pale mark. The Star-Breaker shattered into a thousand pieces of dull lead. On the glass screen, the gray dot of my home world suddenly flared back to a bright, healthy green. The harvest had stopped. The people were safe.

I composed myself and called my mom to come get me. Zachary saw I wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay with me, but I refused. "Ella, what's wrong?" He must have sensed something was off. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. I ignored him, hastily packed a few clothes, and left. Only when I got back to my mom's place did I allow myself to break down completely. "That jerk Zachary," my mom said in disbelief, fighting back tears while comforting me over and over.

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

“I’ll be over to see you later. We can discuss it then.” Sapphire ended the call, returned to her wheelchair, and wheeled herself back into the living room to continue her charade. Her jaw tightened as she made a vow to herself. “I won’t let her win. I’ll bring him back and remind him that he’s mine.” No. He’d come back on his own—he always does—but he needed to be reminded not to underestimate her. Her mind buzzed with schemes, but none felt solid enough. Her frustration boiled over, and she grabbed the wine glass, flinging it onto the ground, where it shattered with a deafening crash, startling the workers.