Broken But Beautiful Novels & Stories

It was Joey's turn to crouch beside the car. He had to get this child out no matter how much she resisted but, if she struggled, it could well make her injury worse. A broken shard of bone could sever a nerve or a major blood vessel. He had watched the way Penny had calmed a terrified little girl with a skill that had taken his breath away. Had made something in his gut feel all soft. He'd known she was an amazing mother but what he'd just seen her do was awesome. All he needed to do now was to follow her example.

"No, Mom. Don't you still have Mr. Francis?" "He could never compare to you," Queenie replied. Since my death, she seemed to have aged a decade overnight. Leroy looked at her both fearfully and numbly. He was noticeably less lively than other kids his age. My heart ached at the sight of this. From the moment I had agreed to the surgery, I hadn't planned on surviving. Before my paralysis, I had been a confident, successful architect. But after the accident, my nights had been filled with unbearable suffering.

Going there is only a facade to cover the urge to see her and meet her. She is a true beauty inside and out. Her angelic features can allure anyone and my demons are attracted to her. She calms them without even trying. An ear piercing scream left his throat as I twisted his hand in an awkward position. "boss please leave me please I'm your loyal man please." He said but I did not leave him No one messes with my Angel and gets away easily. I left his hand when the Crack noise was audible. When I'm sure that I have broken his arm I leave it.

Like three stones tossed into the same pond, their rings colliding and blending until you couldn’t tell which had come first. “We’re not going back,” she said quietly to the water, to the earth, to no one. “So we learn how to live as what we are now. Or we break. And if we break…” She didn’t finish the thought. The Veil hummed faintly at the edges of her perception, steady for the moment. Their work had held. The world was quieter than it had been in months. But calm didn’t erase fault lines. It just made them easier to hear if you listened closely.

“I didn’t know it was possible to love this much. It makes everything feel louder, brighter, and scarier too.” She wraps her arms around me and holds on tight. “That’s what love does. It opens you up. Makes you brave and vulnerable all at once. But I’d rather you feel all of this than walk through life numb.” “I used to think I was broken,” I whisper. “Before I met them. Before I understood what I was. I always felt I was different, that I didn’t really fit. But now… now I feel more whole than I ever have.” Mum presses a kiss to my head. “You were never broken. You just hadn’t found the ones who could see all your pieces and love you harder because of them.”

Now they were ash. When I finally calmed down enough to look at Colton — really look at him — I saw something I wasn’t ready for. Pain. Longing. A desperate ache that made my chest tighten. He wanted to be the one comforting me. He wanted to be the one I ran to. He wanted to be the one I trusted. But I’m not ready for that. I’m not ready for him. I’m too broken for a mate bond. Too damaged for something that pure.

Everyone of us is broken in one way or the other. We just find a way, a thing or a person that glues us together. And sometimes, we don’t even find that so we learn to live with our broken parts and wait for that day when they will stop hurting. ~ A. Gupta Violet

He pulled a small, blood-soaked velvet box from his pocket and handed it to me. "What you wanted." I opened the box. Inside lay the moonstone pendant. It had been reset with gold filigree by the best artisan in the world. All the cracks had been filled, making it even more brilliant, yet it would forever bear the marks of being broken. "I broke it," he whispered, his voice raspy. "So I pieced it back together. With my own hands." "I understand now. Some things, once they're shattered, they're shattered forever. You can piece them together, but they'll never be whole again. Just a beautiful, broken thing."

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Broken shards of glass lay scattered on the floor, mirroring the shattered pieces of her heart. Moonlight filtered through the window, casting a silvery glow upon the chaos. Aria's eyes fixated on the fragmented reflection, the cracks becoming symbolic of the pain and confusion consuming her. She closed her eyes, a quote she had once read resurfacing in her mind. "Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me a glint of light on broken glass."