Breaking Her Novels & Stories

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

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*

Even if you easily give up I don't care. "V please stop, I don't want to see you broken into pieces like me." I clench my fist. "Did you think I'm not broke now? I'm very broken. So why bother to stop I will give everything until I have something to give I will never stop." I kiss her forehead and step away from her and walk to her window. _________ Hanna"

She recalled claws on the edge of the examining table, the nod to no one, her own head's lethargy after someone else's battle. And out on the street now, she knew: if she stayed, she would lose it. Not today, maybe tomorrow, but the Blackwoods would have taken from her even this last piece of it. She was catching a glimpse of tears welling up in her eyes, but not for hopelessness now. For clarity. Rain swelled in waves down the street around her. Cold crept up her back. She spoke to the emptiness, her voice unbroken: "They broke me. But they will not break you."

But I let her know something else instead: She is still the woman who once stopped a broken man from becoming something worse. And she doesn’t even realize it.

For the first time, she did not look away. “I see someone who survived,” she whispered. “Someone who learned to forgive herself—and everyone who failed her.” Her finger traced the longest crack, cutting a line through dust. The glass caught the light, the fracture gleaming like a silver thread. Her daughter leaned close. “Do you want to fix it?” Aria shook her head, smiling. “No. The cracks are the proof that I broke—and healed again. They’re part of me. They remind me that nothing can shatter me anymore. Only change me.”

“Tomorrow, we try the acid.” My breath caught. My eyes fluttered, but I held onto consciousness by a thread. She leaned down one last time, voice low and poisonous. “When you break—and you will—I’ll be the one holding your hand while you beg.” And then she turned. Her heels echoed again as she walked out the door. The lock clicked behind her. And I was alone again. But not broken. Tears filled my eyes—not from pain, but fury. Every part of me ached. Blood soaked the floor beneath me.

"It's all your fault! You ruined everything for me! I got kicked out of the Smith family because of you! I lost my baby, I lost everything! Andrew hates me because of you. I want you dead!" The car was almost on top of me. Then, out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard out of the way. It was Jack. I hit the ground, unharmed. Jack, however, was not so lucky. His arm was broken. Sheila was arrested on the spot for attempted murder. Only then did I learn what had happened after everything.

Is much better than dying in the hands of the people I trusted most. My hope is destroyed. Faith is shattered. Love is forgotten. Patience is gone. All that is left is a single corner of my heart to complete the mission..... Because after all this, self-respect is not gone. I have to take vengeance. For him. For us. I promised him...... I won't break it like ever. *abusive content over*

Everything from the design framework to the choice of colors was decided upon after my repeated communication with the interior designer. I picked up a stool from beside me and swung it hard at the table. It was Sunday today. As the club was located in the suburbs, no one knew what was happening. The loud bangs sounded like battle drums, awakening every aggressive cell in my body. Even the massive fish tank and expensive potted plants were smashed to smithereens. Specks of filth splattered onto the paint, which hadn't completely dried. I ended up smashing everything in the room that was visibly breakable.