Broken Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“You knew. You planned this. Why?” Her eyes glimmered in the low light, not with shame but with a strange pleasure. “Because you were weak. Because she would have ruined everything we built. I saved you.” “You saved me by replacing the woman I loved with a stranger?” His voice rose until it cracked. “By letting me touch, trust, confide in a liar?” Her lips curved slightly, as if she was the one who’d been hurt. “You were always too sentimental, Henry. Sentiment is a tool. I took it away before it destroyed you.”

Once I was satisfied with my choice of clothing I then bring myself into the bathroom in order to face my current state. My drained and tired eyes meet my reflection, having me immediately go to apply some concealer under my bags in order to appear more alive. After spending a few more minutes doing my makeup, I then pull my hair into a messy bun before grabbing my belongings and walking out of my bedroom. I quickly walk down the short staircase that lead into our kitchen space before grabbing a bagel for breakfast and rushing out of the house. My feet carry me down the semi vacant street as a dark red jeep pulls up behind me before honking its horn , taking me by surprise. I immediately fli

Wright kissed her forehead, the woman smiled. Is she the reasons why he broke up with me? Don't be stupid, Melissa. Don't be a masochist. You've seen it! "H-How… I thought we’re okay. How did it turn out like this, Wright?" My voice trembled. The tears that I had been holding back were already dripping on my cheeks. "I gave it my all. Where did I go wrong?" He turned to me. His face was expressionless. "You're boring. Too boring. It’s not your fault that I’ve lost my interest in you."

Penny nodded. And then she raised her eye-brows. "Did you know…that if a little girl has broken her arm…when the doctors and nurses fix it, she can choose a pink cast to wear for weeks and weeks?" Then Penny shook her head. "But I guess you might choose a green one." "Nooo…I want pink…" Penny put her thoughtful face on. "Hmm… but you’d have to get out of the car and come to where they make the pink casts."

we just got back together this morning and he wants me to come back to his house "Beautiful... I know what you're thinking, you're scared,but I hope you'll believe me when I said I'm now a changed person. I've promised my self that I won't ever hurt you again,you're very important to my life now,I made a mistake in the past but I won't ever repeat it again" "But Kareem-"

“You're too beautiful not to look at.” I pull my head from his grasp and shake my head. “They're not looking at me. They're looking at my bruises.” I feel ugly. Broken. I don't want to be treated like I'm made of glass, but at the moment I feel like I might be. And Dante is looking at me like I have a giant crack running down my center that might make me shatter at any moment. My shoulders sag. I won't be good company tonight. Not after the past two days.

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

Shattered vases lay in pieces on the floor, the mirrors were cracked, and jewels were scattered across the room, glinting in the light streaming through the windows. Regina ran her hands through her hair in frustration, her perfect coiffure now a messy tangle. She caught sight of her disheveled reflection in a cracked mirror, her usually impeccable appearance marred by smudged makeup and her once-elegant gown now wrinkled and crumpled.

“Rot under varnish.” They teased it up, and it came away in one satisfying unmasking—false strength yielded to true weakness that could actually be mended. That piece took their power cleanly, gratefully, like a hinge drinking oil. The rent drew itself together another inch. Then the third crossing arrived—the one the visions had not dared to name.

(POV - KELSEY) My face hurts. It’s a deep, throbbing ache under all the makeup I caked on. I can still feel the shape of my own locker door against my nose. I look in every mirror I pass, and all I see is a mess of purple bruises and red, splotchy skin. It’s disgusting. But you know what? It’s also the perfect disguise. Because all I can think about is yesterday. Right before that crazy bitch attacked me. What did I see?