Broken But Beautiful Novels & Stories

I whisper against her hair, “I’ve got you. You’re safe.” She looks up at me then, her eyes red rimmed, her face blotchy from crying. And still she’s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Not because she’s perfect, but because she’s real. She is here, breaking apart in front of me, and trusting me to catch the pieces. She doesn’t know what that does to me. Her voice cracks as she says, “I’m broken, Jake. He broke me.” I cup her face in my hands before she can turn away, forcing her to see what I see. “No,” I tell her, firm and unshaking. “You are not broken. You are surviving. Do you understand that? Surviving isn’t weakness it’s strength.”

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

“You're too beautiful not to look at.” I pull my head from his grasp and shake my head. “They're not looking at me. They're looking at my bruises.” I feel ugly. Broken. I don't want to be treated like I'm made of glass, but at the moment I feel like I might be. And Dante is looking at me like I have a giant crack running down my center that might make me shatter at any moment. My shoulders sag. I won't be good company tonight. Not after the past two days.

When everything was finally okay… why did the truth have to come like a storm? Why us? I want to scream. Tear the world apart with my bare hands. Because how can something so beautiful become so broken? How do you mourn someone who’s still alive… and worse, still in love with you? I pull my knees to my chest, trying to hold onto something real, something solid. But everything slips through. Everything burns. For a long time, I don’t move. I just let it hurt. Let it break me. Let it hollow me out. Then—

The mirror invites Perci to see his soul and the condition of his heart, to look past physical features. He sees nothing but a man in his 40's, single and broken. 'I wish I had not met you again.' He broke the mirror; it was the last mirror in his room because the rest is broken. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once small. From a perfect mirror to something that is unrecognizable. He watches each fragment fly outward until they lie still yet vicious on the Marmol floor. Breaking glass has become his art and comfort. There is nothing more broken than his heart. Those fragments are nothing compared to his heart. He watched them shatter and release just a fragmen

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

My pieces are still falling apart. The only difference is that I’m trying to make it through this darkness. I am trying to get back all those pieces that once belonged together. I’m crawling on the shards of glass called life and I believe I’ll make it through if only I just keep breathing. I am my daddy’s Celeste after all.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”