Broken Beauty Novels & Stories

“You are not damaged goods, Sabatine. You are a tested thing. A proven thing. Every scar, every grave, every shadow in your eyes is a stress-test you survived. That is what makes you strong. Not in spite of the breaks, but because of them. You don’t have to be a pristine pillar. Be the reinforced steel. Be the thing that’s been through the fire and knows how to bend without breaking.” He lifted Sabatine’s hand and pressed his lips to the centre of his palm, a kiss so tender it stole the air from Sabatine’s lungs. “I don’t need a perfect man. I need a real one. I need you. Fragments and all. And I will spend every day of my life proving to you that your broken pieces fit perfectly with mine.”

“That’s it. Messy girl. Making such a pretty mess.” I was shaking uncontrollably now. My vision was blurry. I could barely breathe. “One more,” he said, not slowing down. “No— please— too sensitive—” “Shut up and take it.” His voice dropped lower. “You wanted to stop thinking, right? So stop thinking. Just cum.” The fourth one hit slower but harder. It felt like my whole body broke. I screamed his name, wait, I didn’t even know his name, and my legs locked up, trembling violently. Everything went white for a second.

And as she walked out, the sun on her face, the city humming around her, she whispered — so softly, only the wind could hear: "I’m not your mirror anymore. The café faded behind her. But the truth didn’t. She had been judged. Measured. Found lacking. And still? She walked away — not broken. Not ashamed. But clear. Because she finally understood: Beauty wasn’t in the face. It was in the choice. To stay. To rise. To see — and still be kind.

He stops her, not letting her go. Her stubbornness getting on his nerves. "Fine. " "But I need to know the reasons." They both stare and she sighs, asking him directly. "What is the definition of the word beautiful for you Ethan? He looks at her in confusion, but still answers. "Someone who is appealing to the eyes, someone who is flawless and stunning." "Exactly. And you look at me Ethan." "I a flawed in more ways you know." "I am broken." "I am a fucking mess dammit!"

The Stiletto's she wore shined with sprinkled stones. From one second to the next, she was reminded of her past, after college when her parent informed her they wouldn't be supporting her dream. She felt an agonizing pain in her. Even now after four years, that memory still made her want to crumble on her knees, it devastated her. "Gabby?" Jemima interrupted her thoughts Gentle hands placed on Gabby's shoulders. "You look beautiful" "Thank you so much, for all your help. I can't believe you did this in an hour, I don't think I would have been able to pull this off by myself”

My makeup was a disaster, dark streaks of mascara staining my cheeks like war paint, and the sapphire jewelry—once so breathtaking—now looked like a mockery of the girl I had tried to be. The moment I saw my reflection, all the memories came rushing back with a force that made me grip the edges of the sink. Every event that had led to me looking this way played behind my eyelids like a film I couldn't shut off. Most of all, Adrian's broken face flashed before my eyes. I could see the way his features had crumbled, the way his eyes had filled with a moisture that looked remarkably like genuine pain.

I didn't feel good today to put on heavy makeup over my breakout face but what can I say when Rosa De Luca, the girl who wouldn't shut up if I refused her offered of this great idea to accompany her to this- another one of the party. I mean is not that I hate parties but is it just not my thing- especially when I am struggling with the girl problem right now but since I've been isolating myself in my small apartment over the past weeks- why not. She gasped an exaggerated gasp when I asked her that but I ignored her little comment about me being too unsociable.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.