Broken Angle Novels & Stories

He said with such confidence in his face and with a smirk. "you just made the biggest mistake of your life. messing with me? huh?" I threatened with a smirk. I wasn't sure of what I was going to do but one thing that is sure is that I wasn't going to let this slide. never. I left slamming the door with rage.

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*

He goes about it slowly, each step deliberate, unlike the previous times he’s patched me up. He’s trying to collect his thoughts, I realize with a start. By focusing on something that keeps his hands occupied. “How bad it is?” I ask, my voice raspy in the silence “Thoroughly broken,” Zen says, his own voice quiet “The bones of the palm are misaligned, I think the knuckles might be fractured. Your fingers are fine. It might heal without permanent damage, but there’s an off chance otherwise.” My brows go up “You sound like a doctor, you know.”

"Something that is meant to be." Kristoph twisted around to glare up at her. My arm isn't fate, mama. You should never say bad things like that. Shaun and Leeza shared a private glance while Leeza tried to soothe his ruffled feathers. "I don't want to alarm you," Shaun said to Leeza. "But he does need to go to a clinic. They need to ex-ray this arm and possibly put it in a cast. I suspect he's suffering from a greenstick fracture." Leeza blanched and Shaun rushed to reassure her. "It's very common among children. Their bones are still growing so there is some elasticity to them. Which means when they fall, instead of splintering, the bones will get tiny cracks called hairline fractures. They

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

I didn't offer a soft word of comfort. I grabbed Caomh’s left wrist with one hand and braced my other hand firmly against his collarbone. I pulled the arm straight out, feeling the extreme tension in the torn muscles, and twisted sharply upward while pushing the joint back into the socket. The loud, wet sound of the bone snapping back into place echoed off the concrete walls.

A sickening crack echoed through the living room as his arm bent into an angle it was never meant to reach. ***

“I know you’ve never forgiven me for what I did, but what happened with the others that’s made you so anti-men?” “I’m not anti-men,” she protests. “I happen to like them very much. And I have forgiven you. It’s purely a self-defense mechanism.” She looks at her glass and turns it in her fingers. “Do you know what a non-healing fracture is?” “No.” “It’s when the pieces of a broken bone don’t grow back together. Bones usually start rebuilding after they’ve been set. But sometimes bones don’t produce new tissue, leaving an aching pain and weakness.” She presses her hand to her chest. “That’s my heart, Hux. It’s been broken so many times that it has a non-healing fracture.”

James moves his hands to my knee as he squats down and holds my leg in place for the final blow to the wedge still invading deep in my thigh. I close my eyes and take several shaky breaths as I listen to the dull whistle of the mallet flying. It lands and my body vibrates, my femur’s previous fracture splintering to the head of the bone. The wedge wiggles side to side, widening the gap between the once singular bone now made two as Jonathon tries to dig it out of my flesh. I can hear the ripping of my bone being pulled apart like a log that wasn’t completely split.

It moved, coiled, and circulated through him like blood. One horn had been broken near the base long ago, the fracture jagged but healed, the surface scarred and darkened where it had fused imperfectly. The other curved backward in a brutal sweep, thicker than Apollo’s and ridged along its length, as though designed less for ceremony and more for impact.