Break Your Box Novels & Stories

"Don't you and Dad have a picture like—" Tristan dashed, knocking the phone out of Mila's hand, but it was too late. A warmth filled her eyes as she looked up at me. "Oh." And there I wished for the ground to open up and swallow me whole, or maybe I should excuse myself, walk into the bathroom, climb out the window, and die. "Hey, asshole, you broke my phone," Mila snapped. Tristan grabbed the phone and threw it into her lap. "Out, now!" he roared into her face.

Spirits of past kings surrounded me. They whispered. "Break it. Claim your freedom." I crawled harder. Claws raked my back. More illusions pulled at me. My vision blurred. With the last of my strength I reached the box. Rage exploded. I smashed it in one blow. Then blackness took me. I surrendered to it completely.

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...

A line I hadn’t noticed before. “Strange…” I murmured, running my fingertip along the edge, but it wasn't like I was going to find anything. The box was so carefully crafted. With a long sigh, I placed the box back on the table and just as I turned to go back to bed, my hand accidentally hit the box, causing it to hit the floor with a muted thud. I gasped and bent to pick it up quickly, afraid I had damaged the bracelet. As soon as I picked it up, it completely fell apart. A clean split, not broken, but designed to fall away like that under the right pressure. And nestled within the hidden compartment of the now-exposed lower shell was a folded piece of thick cream-colored parchment.

My gaze caught the figure of a figurine box that held a display for a necklace jewelry set of pure uncut gold. I snarled, a sudden itch taking hold over my palms. I wanted to break things. My feet moved instinctively as I strolled to the edge of the room were it was located. I took a moment to stare it, it was probably one out of Madame Browne's endless list of assets. I clenched my fists, heaving deeply before stretching my hand and placing my fist across the layer of glass that held the figurine box together. The gals shattered weekly as expected but as it did, I felt the sudden prick of it in my fist as blood seeped out.

Garrett didn't say a word. He just stubbornly pressed the wooden box into my hands. "Then keep it. This used to be your most treasured possession. I don't mean anything by it. I just want you to be happy." I looked at the wooden box forced into my hands, but I didn't open it. I just lightly traced the cold patterns on the lid. After a long moment, I spoke softly, my voice betraying no emotion. "Garrett, something that's been broken once will always have cracks, even after it's been fixed.

James ordered a small private box. There were several empty wine bottles on the table in front of him. However, after drinking so much, he was not drunk at all. Instead, he became soberer. The walls of the box were made of glass. As long as he raised his head, he could see the colorful lights and lively crowd outside. He drank up another bottle of wine again. He was annoyed, so he threw out the bottle and smashed the TV opposite him. The screen was broken into countless pieces and fell to the ground.

The box has a strange lock, she has not seen any lock like that before. Ander found something scrambled on the edge of the box. "DEEP INSIDE WHERE YOU CAN'T IMAGINE WILL YOU FIND THE KEY TO THIS BOX. NO MATTER WHAT, DON'T BREAK THE LOCK, FIND THE KEY AND OPEN IT. IT'S ONE OF ITS KIND AND WHEN YOU SEE THE KEY YOU WILL KNOW IT. LOVE♥️ DADDY"

“I’m wondering who forced my fearless girl into becoming this unhappy woman I see today.” My throat tightened painfully. I looked away before he could see the tears threatening my eyes again. “Leave me alone,” I said finally, my voice cracking slightly. “I don’t love you anymore.” For a second nothing happened. Romane simply stared at me. Expressionless. Unreadable. Then suddenly— The car slowed. My breath caught as it smoothly pulled over to the side of the road before coming to a complete stop. A soft click echoed inside the silent cabin. The door beside me unlocked automatically.

Nathan glanced at me with a nod, urging me forward. “Yes,” I hesitantly confirmed, holding the box up for her to see. “But there’s a small problem. We don’t have the key.” She raised an eyebrow. “Locked away secrets often hold the most power. But sometimes, to regain power, we must break barriers.” Nathan, always one for direct action, gently took the box from my hand before I had a chance to react. He placed it on the stone floor and with the heel of his boot, forcefully broke the lock. I gasped, but the box creaked open to reveal the skeletal remains of Alvin’s hand.