Novel & Cerita Breaking Her

Even as he was escorted to his father’s car, Eros knew that wasn't the end of it. So he’d sent Tristan a message to meet him. But of course… Tristan was nowhere to be found. Seething, Eros began to back away from the locker when he slammed into something solid and heard the sound of shattering glass. “Hey! Watch it!” a familiar voice yelped. Eros turned to see her flinch, then scowl at him. “You broke it.” He glanced down at the shards of glass at Jade's feet and saw a thin line of red running down her ankle, the blood vivid against her skin.

softened. Adam. No, it's fine. I just want you to know this, because I think you deserve to know who I am. His brows— his eyebrows pulled tight. You don't owe me an explanation for who you are. I looked down at our hands together. They looked beautiful. I know. I just want to tell you. For a minute, neither of us spoke. The only sound in the room was the sound of the machine connected to me and our breaths clashing with one another. I remember being seven, I said slowly. I came home from school one day. I had an injury on my knee and my arms were bruised. I could barely lift them above my head, and I told my father that I did not want to skate anymore. Eli looked at me. What happened? He to

She smiles, looking at me confused. “I may have not been able to move, talk or respond, but I heard, every day you and Jackson came, but mostly for what you did, it can’t have been easy, going through what you did with Jackson and still staying, but it was you broke that pulled him back.” The conversation is still in my mind, how Jackson had broken her, and it was that which made him snap back to reality and see sense. Her broken and crying. Something only the strongest submissives can do and recover from. She looks embarrassed, her face growing red at my words.

My mind adds the phrase “not anymore.” Immediately, I answered the call. It's the haunted sound of her cry and the trembling of her lips as she speaks. “I’m broken. I feel totally stupid and hurt right now because Ben just broke up with me. I saw it coming, Denver.” Fuck, the way she mentioned my name with the haunted sounds from her lips.

she rolled her eyes, ranting out a list of her qualities. "I'm sarcastic as hell, no one takes a shot at me. Ever. I get them first, it's so easy, I even make them smile while I do it. I don't cry. " Her eyes were still glued on the stars but I wasn't sure she was even seeing them anymore. "I look tough." she took a shaky breath, her voice suddenly a tired warm tremble, "I'm broken Ben. I'm, so, so, broken." I closed my eyes, her pain, which was seeping through the link, pulled at my cells. I couldn't breathe it hurt so much.

"I promised her I wouldn't go to watch him play." Tears continued spilling uncontrollably down my cheeks. "She trusted me.” I shook my head weakly. "And I broke her trust." A painful lump formed in my throat. "She's really mad at me." I covered my face again. "I don't want to lose her. I've already lost..." My voice broke completely. "I've already lost him." The hallway around us had become strangely quiet again. The excited voices from the arena were nothing more than distant echoes now.

“I came. I am taking you home.” “Justin was right.” She breathed heavily as a tear leaked from her closed eye. “He… broke me.” My heart shattered into a million pieces. “No.” I said fiercely. “No, you are not broken. And I am going to fix this. I swear on Mom’s grave, Mila. I am going to fix this.”

She whispered to the empty room. Her phone buzzed. Loud. Jarring. Landon's name lit the screen. Photo of him smiling. Taken at the beach house. She stared at it. At his face. At the lie. Then threw the phone. Hard. Across the room. It hit the wall. Cracked. Screen shattering. Pieces falling. Like her heart. She broke completely. Curled up on the floor. Sobbing. Not quiet crying. Not dignified. Just breaking. Her whole body shook. Vision blurring. Everything hurt.

The hospital suspended her pending investigation. A few days of peace and quiet later, a message from an unknown number came to me after I was done with an operation. 'This isn't over, Cynthia. I did it once, and I can do it again.' My breathing hitched, and my hands trembled, but I told myself she was bluffing. Her methods were no longer a secret. I knew how she transferred the diseases to me. My past life's tragedy would not repeat itself. However, Yvonne perhaps knew what I was thinking, and she fired off another message.

"When I was a girl. Before Margaret. Before Sergei. Before any of it. I dreamed about mountains and rivers and open skies." "What happened?" "Life." She turned to face me. "Life happened. And I let it break me." "You're not broken." "I'm shattered." She held up her hands. "Look at me. I'm trembling. I haven't stopped trembling in thirty years." "That's not broken. That's human." "Same thing." "No." I walked to her. Took her hands. "Being human means being afraid. Being broken means giving up. You haven't given up." "I've been hiding."