Break Your Box Novels & Stories

He said excitedly. "I am curious too man." I said as I looked at the wooden box while thinking of how to open it... I noticed that the top of the box is like a cover, so I lifted it up and the remaining four sides of the box fell apart, I guess the top cover was the only thing holding the entire box together. Aaron and I took a step back when the box fell towards our side. "Holy shit, what the hell?" Aaron screamed beside me. "Hell no, this is fucking unbelievable, I need to video this. Wow, this is the best birthday gift ever." Aaron said excitedly as he brought out his phone and started videoing the scene before.

But that is not because he wanted to finish it quickly but. "Why you.." Jaime took the microphone from Daveryl. "This is actually my plan tonight! You made a first move!" He said while bending his knees too. All the guests were stunned, as well as Daveryl and the three accomplices in the back. Jaime is now just holding the diamond box that contains a diamond ring that obviously you can't ignore the price! Daveryl covered his own mouth when Jaime started to speak. "I... Fuck, I forgot what I'm going to say." Jaime mumbled on the mic.

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”.

“Break it!” His voice echoed through the room, a primal roar filled with urgency. His power radiated outward as his subordinates scrambled to help. They pounded against the container, using everything they had, but still, the glass didn’t yield. Ainsley’s hands were bloodied, the force of his blows breaking the skin, but it didn’t matter. He kept hitting, kept fighting, desperate to save the woman he loved.

"Now let me ask you again. What are you looking for?" I took a deep breath. There was no point denying it anymore. I would only embarrass myself further. "I’m looking for something I can use to break you," I admitted while staring straight into his eyes. There was no turning back now. "Remember what I told you back in the cafeteria? I said I’d make you fall in love with me so I could break you. That’s my end goal, and I just thought maybe I could skip ahead and get straight to the ending of our deal."

No to invade her privacy but because I left her that nice pretty box on her bed. I wanted to see her open to Tiffany's box with my own eyes. I wanted to see if she would be as excited about my gift and she was his gift. Nonetheless, I just wanted to see her smile. But I knew if I gave t to her in person, she would have probably treated it like the car and try to give it back.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

A bunch of dramatists. “In advance, I want to apologize for the cardboard I made today. Hearing dirty words about you from that worm's mouth made me lose control. I'm on suspension of classes this week, but I'm around. I'll give you the space you need, but anything you know can call to me. Max.” - sent four hours ago.

The words shattered something inside Fabian completely. Because deep down— he feared that was true. And for the first time in his life, Fabian realized love alone might not be enough to undo years of damage.

Sitting on the bed, I clutched my phone and had 911 on speed dial. “You did this to yourself,” I said. “I was wrong, okay!” He got down on his knees, crying with his hands over his head. “I’m sorry! I’m begging you! Just drop the charges! Tell the school that the evidence was fake—” “It’s real.” I cut him off. He lifted his head, his gaze menacing. “I’ll make you pay!” Taylor pounced on me. I stepped out of the way and dialed the emergency number. “911? My address is Unit 702 at Surmount Complex. An intoxicated individual broke into my room and tried to attack me.”