Broke Into Novels & Stories

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

I said, trying to hold myself from breaking down. "ENOUGH RUBY! Now Get out of my room!" Jasper yelled in a louder and sharper tone as she wrapped one of his arms around Tiffany. As I turned to leave I looked at Tiffany once more and I saw a smirk on her face, I opened the door and left the room and I went to the kitchen to drink some water. As I opened the figures to get a bottle of water I then turned around and bumped into a broad muscular chest. I looked up to see who it was and it was Caden.

I composed myself and called my mom to come get me. Zachary saw I wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay with me, but I refused. "Ella, what's wrong?" He must have sensed something was off. His voice trembled slightly as he spoke. I ignored him, hastily packed a few clothes, and left. Only when I got back to my mom's place did I allow myself to break down completely. "That jerk Zachary," my mom said in disbelief, fighting back tears while comforting me over and over.

By the time I stepped outside the building, King and Giselle were already waiting near the front steps. "You look like you've been through a war," King said the moment he saw me. "I feel like it." I sighed. "Come on. I'll buy you coffee." He chuckled. "I'm broke." King raised an eyebrow. "Since when?" I hesitated for the briefest moment. Since this morning, when Ryan had thrown me out of his car before school and I'd been too embarrassed to admit I barely had enough money left to get through the week. Instead, I shrugged. "I... lost my money." The lie came easier than I wanted it to.

Why was her phone off? ---------------- They were arguing. Alexis tried to open her eyes to see who they were but the chore proved to be difficult. She groaned. The voices stopped arguing. She heard shuffling before something was placed on her nose. The smell was too strong for her. She blacked out again. *****************************************

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

I stumbled into something, staggered for a while, and crashed to the floor. One of the bottles broke into pieces and the pieces scattered all over the place.

It was pandemonium , both of his windows were broken , shattered into pieces with glass shards spread all over the cream colour carpet and - " my playstation !" screamed Chris as he hurriedly wiped the broken glass pieces off his playstation 5 that had a huge dent because of the rock the size of two adults fists that was lying next to it . I winced as Chris cradled his little baby whom he brought after spending his entire savings " I'm gonna kill that bastard !" growled Chris furiously then without caring about the broken glass shards he strode to his window and looked around. I was going to tell him that there was no way , the person who was trying to break and enter but

He releases me. The slam of the door is loud, and I hear the lock. "Fuck!" He screams, and I hear a loud bang; the door swings slightly, broken—all signs of a man on the brink. I walk in and sit on his bed, navigating through the wreckage of the door he broke. The slam of the door, the broken lock—all signs of a man on the brink. As I sit on his bed, navigating through the wreckage of the door he just kicked, his frustration boils over.

Kitchen entrance. I try the handle. Locked. "Can you pick it?" Alessia whispers. "I'm a financial analyst, not a burglar." "Then break it." "That'll make noise." "I don't care. Break it." I look around. Find a rock. Wrap my jacket around it to muffle the sound. Smash the window beside the door. The glass breaks. Not loud. But not quiet either. I reach through. Unlock the door. Push it open. We're in.