Broken Emotions Novels & Stories

I didn’t stop her, nor grab her wrists, I didnʼt even try to move away. I just stood there while she kept hitting me repeatedly with her now shaking hands, coupled with her entire body shaking violently from rage, heartbreak, betrayal, and grief all at once while tears streamed uncontrollably down her face. Each slap burned my skin, making me turn my face sideways slightly, but honestly? None of them hurt anywhere near as much as the expression in her eyes right now. Because Aria wasn’t only angry, she looked emotionally destroyed and completely shattered. She looked like something inside her had broken beyond repair.

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.

Daniel asked and a tear slipped down Aramide’s cheek. “Broken people find it hard to live, to feel alive and breathe again. I have always been broke and I am sorry that I could never be what you wanted. All I ever knew how to do was hurt you and you ever did was love me.” Aramide whispered as she traced her hands over his chest, His chest was even, unmoving. His lips were pale and his eyes were wide open in shock, his veins were protruding. To be honest, Aramide didn't know how to feel. It was just too much, then again, everything has always been too much. The anger, hate, pain, sadness, grief. All these negative emotions kept banging on the doors of her mental sanity.

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?

Her emotions were raw and unrestrained, a testament to the depth of her feelings and the pain that love, in all its forms, could bring. With a final, shuddering breath, Maiari wiped away her tears and gathered herself. She took a moment to compose her emotions, her resolve hardening in the face of heartbreak. While the sting of betrayal was undeniable, it also fueled her determination to move forward, to find her own path despite the unexpected twists that life had thrown her way.

Pain… I know pain. I know how it feels, how it can twist and break you until you’re nothing but fragments of who you used to be. I’m shattered, and I can’t be fixed. Happiness is fleeting—whenever I think I’ve found it, it slips through my fingers, leaving me even more broken than before. Have you ever been in a place where you can’t cry anymore, even when you desperately needed to? When the tears just won’t come, no matter how much you want to let it all out?

It was in that moment of despair that Vihaan allowed himself to grieve, to release the pent-up emotions that threatened to consume him. His tears fell relentlessly, marking the pain of a broken heart, but also symbolizing the first step towards healing. In that room, amidst the shattered fragments of his shattered dreams, Vihaan found the strength to face the truth, to acknowledge his pain, and to embark on a journey of self-renewal.

Just the sound of our breathing and the wind rattling the window outside. Emmy suddenly looked at me. “I came to you because I know what betrayal feels like…You and I… we’ve both been burned by the people we trusted most.” I didn’t know what to say because my chest ached with so many emotions..anger, grief, fear… relief? Without thinking, I reached forward and hugged him. It was a quick and desperate hug… Not romantic…Just… two broken souls clinging to something steady for a moment. Emmy hesitated, then returned the hug…his arms gentle but strong.

“Tonight, you let yourself break. Tomorrow, we face your mother’s funeral together. The day after that… we’ll figure it out.” My hands found their way to his chest, feeling his heartbeat strong and steady under my palms. “What if I’m too broken?” “Impossible.” His lips brushed my temple, so gentle it made my heart ache. “You’re the strongest person I know.” The dam broke. All the grief, fear, and exhaustion of the past days crashed over me at once. I crumpled against him, and his arms wrapped around me, holding me together as I fell apart. “I keep seeing it,” I whispered against his chest. “The way James looked at you when he pulled that trigger. His own brother. How can someone hate that mu

He starts sobbing almost immediately, and her heart breaks for him. “Oh, Sweetie. That’s it let it all out. I’m here. I love you. I can take your sadness, as much as your anger. I will bear it all to have you. Do you hear me.” He nods, still sobbing and clinging to her. “I have had people angry at me for most of my life for one reason or another, and most of them would have killed me if I couldn’t handle it. I am not easily broken. Hurt, yes. Damaged, yes. But broken? Only one man ever broke me, and that was by dying in front of me.”