Broken By Evelyn Miller Kindle Novels & Stories

“You’re going to tell me everything I need to know about Grayson. Or would you rather I start cutting pieces off of you until you do?” Evelyn yanked her face away, glaring at him. “You can cut me into a thousand pieces, and I still won’t tell you a damn thing.” “You’re stubborn, I’ll give you that,” Jerry said, stepping back. He nodded to one of the hunters. “Bring the whip.” Viola’s voice echoed in Evelyn’s mind, steady and calming. “Stay strong, Evelyn. He wants you to break. Don’t let him win.” “I wasn’t planning to,” Evelyn replied silently, steeling herself.

By the time exhaustion finally dragged me into sleep, my heart was already too shattered to break any further. ________________________________________ The next morning, the scent of something warm and familiar drifted through the air, pulling me from restless dreams. Breakfast? I frowned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes before slipping out of bed. My stomach was still unsettled, but curiosity won over nausea. When I walked into the kitchen, I froze. Evelyn was standing at the stove, humming softly as she flipped pancakes. She turned when she heard me enter, a triumphant smile curling on her lips.

It was as if time itself had frozen, choking the air from my lungs. I felt Michell move before I heard him. He fumbled with his phone. “I’m calling the police.” Evelyn didn’t try to run. She just stood there, limp and hollow, as though the words had stripped away the last of her strength. Her hands fell to her sides. Her eyes darted toward me—not with anger now, but something resembling regret. A twisted, broken kind of remorse.

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*

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Over the last eight years, I've watched her come home with different men. Once, Anya stared at me with unusually solemn eyes despite being completely sloshed. "Shane, we belong to two different worlds. Don't fall for me," she slurred. I always thought Anya was a woman who had no idea what love was supposed to be like. Then, I found out a year ago that she had a first love who passed away from an illness. The young man Anya brought home last night actually resembled her dead love. Hence, I was not surprised to see him at breakfast with her.

Not just sorrow. Resolve. If I was going to survive this, if I was going to endure being the unwanted wife of Kenneth Diego, I couldn’t let this house, this man, this arrangement break me. I would endure. I would outlast. And maybe, just maybe, I would find the cracks in his walls. Because even stone could shatter. And if Kenneth Diego thought he could ignore me forever, he was wrong.

Damian came to my door again, humbling himself with a plea. This time, he wasn't here to see the pup. He was bringing his last and most consequential offering. The door opened, and I stepped out calmly. Hope sparked instantly in Damian's eyes. His voice trembled as he called out, "Eva." His voice was hoarse, rough, and ragged from emotion. "I've decided to sever the mate bond with Chloe." The air seemed to freeze. I watched him quietly, my gaze passing through him, lost in the distance beyond.

Fabian’s heartbeat slowed painfully. That birthday. The wish. Maxine. Claire standing there pretending she was fine. God. He remembered it now. Not clearly enough back then. But now every detail returned sharply. Claire’s smile had looked forced that day. Broken. And he had still let her stand there alone while Susie clung to Maxine. Fabian rubbed a trembling hand across his face. For years, he thought neglect was harmless because Claire never complained loudly enough. Now he was beginning to understand something terrifying:

Rowan stayed beside her, close enough that his sleeve brushed hers. Tessa did not cry. That worried Evelyn more than tears would have. The girl’s stare stayed fixed on Milo’s face, but her expression had gone distant, sealed behind a wall too hastily built. Evelyn recognized that look. She had worn it in another life, after betrayal, after blood, after learning that breaking down only made the world step on you faster. She rose slowly and turned to Tessa. “We are going to move him,” Evelyn said. “But not the way they want.”