Broken But Beautiful Novels & Stories

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

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.”

But Lucas, as if consumed by rage, grabbed her hair and slammed her onto the glass coffee table. The sharp sound of shattering glass, accompanied by Lilith’s scream, echoed through the room. Shards of glass flew everywhere, cutting into Lilith’s face. Blood gushed out, staining her clothes red. Her brother rushed forward to save her, only to be met with a brutal punch to the temple from Lucas. He groaned, fell to the ground, twitched a few times, and then laid still. That punch took his life instantly. Lucas stood in the wreckage of the living room, letting out low, chilling growls.

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kapoor, you didn't get me I guess, I just need your help in helping me keep the two projects that I already have," She looked into his eyes, holding up to the shattered pieces of pride left within her Just like a crushed glass cannot be put together, so can a fractured pride not be put together All Hearts!!

I curiously asked, struggling to sit up on the bed as he quickly came to my aid, perching a pillow behind my back so I could sit comfortably before settling back down on his own chair and taking my hand back in his. "It was called Kintsugi. A broken vase was glued back together, and they highlighted the broken pieces using a gold glue. But it was beautiful. Like that vase, I realised that nothing is perfect; and thanks to that vase, I was able to see the world through clearer eyes, through eyes that find beauty in imperfection. We're kind of like that vase, aren't we?" "I... think so." I slowly nodded, feeling a small smile making its way onto my lips, and with the smile that was partially f

The sheer devastation etched on her beautiful countenance painted a picture of vulnerability and heartache. In that moment, Ameera embodied a fragile elegance, her brokenness only enhancing her ethereal beauty. Her tears fell unabated, tracing a path down her cheeks as she cradled her shattered heart. The pain she felt was palpable, her spirit crumbling under the weight of the truth she had so desperately wished to deny. As the world outside the suite continued its dance of celebration, Ameera remained alone, her cries a silent symphony of grief and despair. In the depths of her sorrow, she felt the fragility of her existence, the vulnerability of her trust cruelly exposed.

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."

If Grandma hadn't married him, today, she might be quietly living in a luxurious villa tending to her flower garden without having to worry about money for the rest of her life. Even after falling into this kind of miserable condition, grandma still maintained her graceful and wise nature. She lived well without ever troubling her granddaughter. But even though she seemed to be doing well all this time, Indira knew that her heart was actually broken by her husband's betrayal. The pain of betrayal and the huge changes in her life had damaged her mind and body, but she refused to show her sadness to Indira. Remembering what Arya Wiratama had said a week ago, Indira was getting impatient to sel

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.