Breaking Her Novels & Stories

Her hands shook as she stared at the destruction of her effort, her hope, her peace— broken, just like her heart. Marissa stepped on a shard, grinding it under her heel. “Oops,” she said lightly. “Clumsy me.”

If only she understood what this meant- for her, for everyone who dares defy me. I stand over her broken body. Her face is torn to pieces by my hammer. Alas, she will never look good again- even if her body has the best healing abilities ,Her head droops forward. She cries. She tremble. Her breaths are uneven. Her voice is already cracked from too many screams. She throws up and I force her head inside her own vomit. Now this is what it means to break a person down “Tell me I say softly. “Where is she?”

The sight of the mutated symbol carved around her, lines warped and hungry. She saw herself there—not as others told it later, but as it had been: shaking, furious, thinking *this is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong*. “I broke an altar,” she said aloud, voice snatched and flung back by the wind. Not: *a goddess saved me*. Not: *a miracle happened*. *I broke it.* She remembered the feel of the crack in the circle under her fingers, the way she’d shoved her terror down into a hard, narrow channel and pushed. The ring of stone shattering. The howls. The smoke.

One day she will understand she was made for no one else. Until then, I will keep breaking her, piece by piece, and reassembling her into something better. Something mine. Because broken things belong to the one who breaks them. And she is mine.

Her voice cracked on the last words, and she pressed her hand against her chest as if trying to hold herself together. But deep down, she knew. Zach wasn’t coming. Not like this. Not ever. The thought made her want to scream. She staggered into the small kitchen of the hideout and grabbed a glass from the sink, hurling it against the wall. It shattered into tiny pieces, scattering across the floor. The sound echoed through the house, sharp and final. Her chest heaved as she stared at the broken shards. That was her life now—splintered, ruined, and impossible to put back together.

" I will use my husband's.’ she responds, laughing from ear to ear. Her excitement for this marriage is clearly shown on her face. 'Okay then, with the authority vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife.’ the registerer exclaims after My wife and me exchange our rings. Some months later, Jessa’s POV I open the windows in my room as I inhale a large amount of air into my lungs. Indeed, fresh air is a great remedy for a broken person, a sign of a new start for a broken heart. It has been so many years since I last saw the once love of my life,so many years since I got my heart shattered for the second time. It has been a rough road for me. I have not been myself for these past years. I d

As Aria and Maya were shown to a guest room—a space twice the size of their old cabin, with actual beds and clean sheets—Aria felt something she hadn't felt since that moment in the clearing when the mate bond first snapped into place. Hope. Kade had broken her. But she wasn't going to stay broken. She was going to become someone even an Alpha couldn't ignore. And someday, somehow, she would make him regret ever letting her go. Aria moved through her tiny room like a ghost, mechanically shoving clothes into a worn backpack. Her hands trembled as she worked, but her tears had finally dried. There were no more left to cry. "You don't have to do this," Maya said from the doorway, her voice thic

But all she remembered was her mother’s tight smiles, the way she’d always said some marriages aren’t about love, Isabelle… She had thought it was just old-fashioned thinking. But this—this was something else. Collins watched her carefully, as if waiting for her to break. Instead, she straightened, forcing down the storm of emotions raging inside her. “Fine,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Let’s say I believe you. Let’s say this contract is real.” She met his gaze head-on. “How do I break it?” Collins exhaled, almost looking impressed. “That’s the fun part,” he murmured. “You can’t.”

"He never loved me!" She stood up abruptly, her hands trembling, not with fear, but with rage. She walked over to the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with the same shocked expression of disbelief. But that reflection was different now. It wasn't the naive woman who had believed in love and trust. No, this was the woman who had been broken but was now forging herself anew, stronger, unyielding.

He was happy, even though he didn't know how broken she was now. She was shattered into pieces, twice. No. Many times, and she endured it all for Mike, who ended up destroying her even more.