Breaking Her Novels & Stories

"I never would've thought things would get bad. Zac was perfect and... at the time, I was so happy with my life." All I wanted was to keep her happy and I knew she wasn't. For the first time since I've met her, I am in this moment seeing that she's been broken and bent into millions of pieces since she's been here. I always knew there was more to her. I knew something happened that hurt her but I would have never expected it to be this deep and life-altering.

If he really wanted to break her then he had finally completely succeeded in his intentions today. He had shattered her completely. Unwrapping the towel from her wet hair, Esme placed the towel on the chair. She walked towards the mirror. Her body was covered in a plain black nightgown. Esme stared at her own reflection in the mirror and she found nothing but pain all over her demeanour. Her mind immediately made her recall everything that had happened today in the mall, especially that incident regarding that bracelet. Her eyes again stung with tears. Esme had seen so much worse in her life but she had never felt this broken ever before. She was not the kind of a person to cry easily but cu

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

He would have felt ashamed to admit that his physical body had limits, that he needed medical devices, and that he could no longer perform the heavy physical tasks he was known for. But as he sat there in the warm sunlight, holding Ethan’s hand, speaking the plain truth out loud to the people who cared about him, he didn't feel weak at all. He felt free. He had modeled the exact transparency he had once withheld. He had torn down the wall of secrecy, bringing his loved ones into the light instead of leaving them in the dark to worry. Claire was the first one to break the silence. She stood up from the sofa, walked around the coffee table, and threw her arms tightly around Adrian’s broad shou

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

She cried her heart out. "Give me a chance. I'll get a divorce, and then we can be together forever! I swear you'll be the only one I care about! Just let me live, please!" I stared at her. She disgusted me. My lips curled into a sneer. "Love?" I slammed my foot into her, and she tumbled backward. "You suddenly had an epiphany when your life is over? Please, I don't need your pathetic love. I can have any woman I want!"

Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed I close the app before I can read more. But the damage is done. Now everyone knows Jules waited for me, confronted me, screamed at me in public. Now everyone knows she's broken. And I'm the one who broke her. My wrapped hand throbs. I unwrap it carefully, examining the cuts in the dim light from my phone. They're not deep, just painful. Nothing compared to what I did to her. The thought keeps circling. No matter how I try to justify my choices—protecting my scholarship, maintaining team unity, giving her a chance to move on—it always comes back to the same truth.

⸻ Twice. Stronger. ⸻ Almost— angry. ⸻ “I said no.” ⸻ Her voice didn’t shake. ⸻ Didn’t break. ⸻ Didn’t bend. ⸻ And then— ⸻ she pulled back. ⸻ Not physically. ⸻ Mentally. ⸻ Breaking the connection. ⸻ Forcefully. ⸻ Pain shot through her— sharp— burning— intense— ⸻

And she’s shaking. Fighting. Breaking. Again. “They’re overriding me—” she gasps. “I can’t hold it—” “Then don’t.” “What?” “Don’t hold it.” Confusion flashes in her eyes. Just for a second. “Break it,” I say. “I don’t know how—” “Yes, you do.” Silence. Then— something shifts. Deep. Internal. Violent. Her entire body tenses. Like she’s pushing against something massive. Something built into her.

I immediately reached for it, but I was still too late. A sharp crack rang in my ears. I dropped to my knees, and the broken pieces cut into my skin. Blood ran down almost instantly, but I barely felt the sting. That bracelet had been the token of love my father gave my mother. She treasured it her whole life. She only removed it when she was lying on her deathbed just to pass it to me. Yet, it was destroyed because of me. I was a horrible daughter. I knelt there, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.