Broken By Evelyn Miller Novels & Stories

She was sobbing so hard she could barely catch her breath, the gasps echoing sharply through the receiver. ​"Mrs. Miller? What's going on?" I asked, my chest tightening instantly as a terrible weight settled in my stomach. ​"Elena, you have to come right away!" Mrs. Miller cried out, her voice shaking with pure terror. "Two men in black suits broke into the house... they dragged your grandmother right out of her bed! They threw her into a black van and drove off! They said if you call the police or tell anyone, you'll never see her alive again!"

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*

Little Norah saw the rose and boxes of a chocolate drop from Millie’s hands as she recovered and smashed the door behind in anger. Millie left, tears flowing down her cheeks in anger as she left the hostels. Of all people to heart break her, little Norah had cast her the most significant blow. Millie dived in the closest tavern she came across and ordered a bottle of dry gin. She started drinking, trying to rub off the image of little Norah on her mind.

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.

Maria Estates “Sorry to disturb you Ma’am but the situation had turned critical. We can’t control it anymore.” Joseph told Evelyn with a heavy heart who was sitting on her chair, her gaze stuck on the bundle of newspapers sprawled all over her table. Another tragedy knocked on her door as someone murdered Miller and blasted the entire building. A way to erase all the evidence. Evelyn as usual didn’t remember that Miller was killed ruthlessly by a dark shadow who brutally strangled him with a leather belt. All she knew was that she was molested by Miller and fortunately got saved by Brandon. But for some reason, her heart wasn’t ready to accept him as her savior.

I shut my eyes with my hands, expecting the worst. Miraculously, I got home when everything had calmed. I got home without Camil. After that day, I always visited the river, calling his name and hoping he'd answer. I still had you in me while I visited the river, for months, until I finally birthed you, Frances. Olivia looked down at Frances to see if she was sleeping. Frances laid her head on her mom's laps, in bed. "Reason why you've refused to see another man?" Frances said. "You keep waiting for dad. What makes you think he'd come back?"

He can’t believe that he let the woman he loved get hurt by his infidelity. She saw how he cheated on her and how he did it with a woman he had just met. He couldn’t believe that she had been through that kind of pain and endured it in the past few years. "So she knew," Kobe stated, breaking the silence, but he couldn’t respond to him. He wanted to say something but no words would come out of his mouth. "B-But how did she know that?" Honey asked. She looked like she was about to break down. "I-I have no idea. I don’t know how she saw that or how she found out. But I’m sure she knows. She saw how I did it with another woman and that caused our breakup." Lyken’s heart felt like it was being sh

I liked the cold. I swung again. Crunch. The right hand went next. The sound was worse this time, messier. Miller’s head hit the desk as he went limp, his body going into shock. I looked down at the wreckage of his fingers. They were just meat now. Useless, broken meat. I stepped back and tossed the ashtray onto the desk. It landed with a dull thud next to his shattered knuckles. I didn't feel a rush. I didn't feel a thrill. I just felt like I’d checked an item off a list.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

“What happened?” “That party you went to, the police completely shut it down. Apparently, a massive fight broke out.” She said the, words in a rush, not even stopping to catch her breath. “The school is saying Bryce Miller is in the hospital. Betty, someone beat him half to death. His face is completely destroyed, he has broken ribs, a ruptured spleen, and he’s currently in the intensive care unit.”