Broken Beauty Novels & Stories

“Okay, she is my ex-girlfriend. I still love her and it’s makes me angry to see her happy with another man but me.“ “Oh okay, I understand. Should I drive you to your lodge or not?!” Jack asked. “No need, I’m okay.” Jayden answered. Jayden’s nose did not stop bleeding. Unlike Frank, he’s pretty face was a little disfigured and in pain. However, he insisted he was alright to drive himself back.

one of the men replied. "A stranded woman?" "That's right. She's still wearing her wedding dress, but the hospital can't say where she is now because she left after regaining consciousness." "In a state of facial disfigurement?" asked Kenan in horror. Kenan knew Andien as a woman who cared about her beauty, so it didn't make sense that Andien would walk around with a disfigured face. "How did you get this picture?" Kenan pointed to the photo without looking at it.

Sofia Adams - April 2012 I was in my fifth meeting when I noticed a new member of the group leaning against the wall, far away from me. I waved cheerfully at Mick as he gave me a weak smile. He looked terrible... He had deep circles under his eyes, his hair was more disheveled than usual, and his clothes were wrinkled. A thin layer of sweat dripped from his face, almost in a sickly way. All of this, combined with his downcast expression and tired posture, led me to a conclusion: Mick was going through detox.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

“These Crimson apex dogs don’t know when to quit.” She chuckled softly. “You’re too hard. Always growling. That’s why the beauty didn’t like you when I told her about you.” I tensed. “The what?” “The girl,” she said, sighing dramatically. “The one I told you about. My sweet, wounded little thing.” “You mean the Apex server.” “She’s more than that. She’s… radiant. And yet… broken. Like someone took a sledgehammer to her soul and walked away like nothing happened.”

“I swear I won’t break your—” “You will.” “Maybe we could—” “No.” “But I could just—” “Absolutely not.” “You’re not letting me finish my sentences,” he grumbled. “Because there’s nothing that you can say to make me sacrifice my mental stability. Nothing. You may think you need me bad or whatever. You probably even convinced yourself that I’m the one, but I’m not.” she shook her head. “You know what would happen if we tried. Things would go great for several weeks, maybe even months, but I wouldn’t say a year. Why? Because the world is not perfect. Sadly, I can’t be the only awesome female on the globe. Other enchanting women walk around, and you being a man can’t help but look at them. And t

A hollow, distorted smile stretches across my peeling lips. "Perfect..." I whisper into the quiet room. I turn back to face the mirror, staring deeply into the eyes of the broken girl looking back at me. For the absolute last time, I force a trembling smile to my lips as a hot, heavy tear spills over my lashes, tracing a slow path down my pale cheek. For the last time, I bear witness to my own shattered soul. For the final time, I vocalize the bitter, agonizing truths that have taken root in my mind.

A piece of her must feel disgusted knowing that the look is one of hungry lust from an immortal. “We’ll be down in a minute,” I promise. Beau tightens his jaw. It looks like he wants to say something else, and based on the look on his face, that ‘something else’ probably involves moving away from his new prize. Instead he gives a clipped nod and leaves. Rebecca rolls off the bed. There are a few deep bruises around her wrists and ankles from being held in captivity. They’ve had a few days to heal, however, and the color has deepened to a shade that’s reminiscent of a molded eggplant.

I'm also impatient, so I grab it and turn it over. The sketch is beautiful. A woman holding her heart in her hand. As I look at it, I tilt my head, her body appears to be melting in some ways. She looks beautiful, but like she is hurting, holding her broken heart in her hand. I begin reading the poem. Shattered reality A broken vision Sees imperfections Flaws and disfigured Beauty is the truth Truth is lost Bound by the words Fear that cripples Shattered reality Broken vision Unable to see the beauty