Broken Angle Novelas e Histórias

Everything was different. At this moment, I wasn't just cold—my arm ached from Zachary's grip. And he was completely oblivious to my pain. "Punish you? Zachary, you don't deserve that much thought!" Ava shoved him away and threw my medical chart at him. "What does this mean?" Zachary flipped through a few pages, his face filled with disbelief when he reached the last one. "This... an ectopic pregnancy? How is that possible?" Zachary looked at me, his eyes visibly reddening.

Gonzalo doubled forward because of the pain caused by the assassin's kick. "Is that all you got, boy?" The assassin mocked him. Gonzalo couldn't breathe properly. The assassin then grabbed Gonzalo's wheezing body and lifted him before throwing him into the statue of an angel near them. Gonzalo could literally hear his bones breaking. "Come on, boy. The ones who trained you are with balls, right? Then show me that you grew one." She continued to mock him.

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

“You’ve been slipping in and out of consciousness for the past few weeks, Miss Alessia. I’m glad to say both you and the baby are perfectly fine and healthy. You were very lucky—someone rescued you from the crash site and brought you here.” I blinked at him, stunned. “Weeks? It’s been weeks?” “Yes,” he replied calmly. “And you’ll still need a couple more weeks to recover fully. Fortunately, you didn’t suffer any broken bones. Just soft tissue damage and some internal bleeding, which we were able to treat.” He gave me a reassuring look. “If you feel any pain or discomfort, be sure to inform the nurses immediately.” I could not believe it—that I had spent weeks in this strange hospital, broken

Anna went on her knees and gently picked up the frame. She gasps when she saw how badly broken it has become. "Oh my God, how did this happen?" she cried out touching the picture of the broken frame and then a tiny piece of the broken glass pierced her right middle finger. "Ouch" she squealed and threw off the frame on the floor and held her right middle finger tight and blood gushed out.

Just then, Brian came in with the others and we all consoled her, soon she stopped crying. "Baby I got something for you, "Brian said revealing a charm bracelet with over five charms on them. One I noticed signifies Ava and Alexis, another one was a doll with "Type 1 diabetics insulin dependent " written in a tiny font on it. And three other charms. "Do you like it? " "Yes daddy, I love it. " "Daddy got me one too, "Alexis said showing her own to her sister, it had the same charms but no inscription written on it.

Two other Greys are trying to assist him but they keep casting him worried glances as they attempt to widen the fracture and stabilise it. “Mace, come take a break,” I say softly. “Can’t,” he grunts and his knees almost give out beneath him from exhaustion. “Take a fucking break!” I snap and he stumbles backwards before returning his focus to the sky. “I can't, Theo, I need this open,” he groans.

I lay and admire the undying beauty from the golden pendleton dangling up the golden ceiling. I wriggle my ass on the nerve relaxing surface. It's definitely a sofa. I hymn lowly. My bones slowly crack and relax more. I moan I slowly lift my right ankle. I wince. It hurts alot. I stare at it. It's elbow down to it's fingers are twisted leftward and it's elbow up it's shoulders face rightwards. My mind screams. What the f**k?!. It's broken. My arm is broken!. It's f**king broken!.

The fist hit the tree again. The knuckles were already gone—not bruised, not bloodied, gone. White bone showed through where the skin had split and peeled back. The middle finger had snapped sideways on the last punch, hanging at an angle that made the stomach turn. Blood ran down the bark in thick streams, pooling at the roots, soaking into dirt that had turned black. Another punch. The crack wasn't wood breaking. It was bone. The ring finger this time, folding backward until it touched the back of the hand. The person didn't stop. Didn't even slow down.