Broken Beauty Novels & Stories

The fear of losing someone she loved was palpable, and it tugged at my heartstrings. Her makeup, once flawless, was now smudged and smeared, revealing the cracks in her composure. Tears had washed away the foundation and mascara, leaving her looking vulnerable and exposed. Yet, despite the dishevelment, she remained the most captivating woman I'd ever laid eyes on.

He had no choice but to depend on Sarah, who worked to support him and their child. Even so, he would often beat and berate her, blaming her for losing his wealthy lifestyle and promising career. He drank heavily every day until he broke his leg in a drunken fall, which made Sarah's life slightly easier. Now, Sarah looked worn down by time. She appeared haggard and aged, seeming a decade older than our peers. Once upon a time, we were the admired beautiful couple, the talk of the campus. These days, I rarely needed to attend business functions personally, and I no longer had to engage in drinking contests. Over the years, I had maintained strict discipline, losing my beer belly and gaining s

I decided to come back in the morning and find out if he saw any bit of the killer's face. A woman was humming a lullaby. I couldn't make out her features but I could tell she was beautiful. She craddled me in her warmth. The lullaby was familiar, just like the woman, but I couldn't remember her. I felt safe and loved. The warmth around me deepened and spread further until it started to hurt. My eyes snapped open. I was surrounded by flames and the woman was no longer humming, instead, she wasscreaming. Blood gushed from a wound in her head and she was reaching out for me. "Rai, run! You have to live..you have to..." Her quivering voice pleaded.

no he won't do that I decide to walk up to his room. I made my way to the front of his room and make a stop,I took in a deep breathe before opening it slightly trying not to make a sound. Wow! This room looks beautiful,painted all white with some dark black designs around the wall, a king size bed is placed at the middle of the room, I was busy admiring the room forgetting my reason to be here in his room I turned and noticed Kareem aseat on the bed trying to take off his bandage himself. He isn't him self and the annoying part is that he won't admit it. I quickly went to brought the first aid kit before I walk up to him

I dont know what exactly my life is I'm a sinister I can't ruin that pure soul at any cost I'm in enough darkness I can't drag her into my dark world the world and people around me are not someone like her they're harmful and dangerous not less than monsters but she is a innocent and naive soul who can't harm anyone she is someone harmless I'm someone harmful where she is a pure soul human coming to me I'm a dark soul beast like match between heaven and hell which is completely impossible when my own mother can't love me how can someone else's child likes me expecting more results in pain I'm already a broken piece which cannot be fixed again, leaving the broken pieces watching how it is bro

"My heart feels so heavy... I have never felt this way before... it's hurting so much." Nia glanced at Beauty through the rearview mirror, her face filled with concern and sadness. She had seen her like this in school-so broken. But what did she do? Like the rest of them, she turned her back on her and laughed. She can't let her go on like this. "And that Bruno, what a jerk. How can a popular figure known for his decency,date a girl only to break her? Why? Does this mean Beauty has been facing the same problems of being used as an experiment as an adult?" Nia said to herself.

She would restore its brilliance. And she would never again mistake dependence for partnership. As she turned off the showroom lights and stepped into the night, the glass reflected not a broken woman — —but a forged one. And this time, the fire belonged to her.

"Do you think that's better? Not feeling pain?" "No. I think pain is what makes joy meaningful. If you never hurt, you never appreciate healing. If you never lose anything, you never value what you have." Aria took Luna's hand. "Your father and I have suffered. We've both been broken. But that brokenness led us to each other, and to you. I wouldn't trade that journey for anything." "Even if it meant never hurting?" "Even then." Luna nodded slowly, absorbing this. "I think I understand."

He stood up, the glass still in his hand. “She doesn’t define me.” “But she marks you. Like an open scar. The thing inside the capsule felt it. It used that. Made you believe you would be seen, understood… loved.” “Enough!” he roared, throwing the glass against the wall. The shards scattered like small screams of glass. He was breathing hard, fists clenched, eyes moist. He wasn’t crying. But he was close. “I’m not weak.” “No, you are broken,” the beast replied with icy calm. “And if you don’t understand where the cracks are… someone will always use them.”