Broken Fragments Wof Novels & Stories

I yelled gaining everyone's attention. "Well guess what your wrong I don't fucking like you and I never did I just wanted to fuck you but your too much work so I give up. I could careless if your hurting right now because I don't care about you or your feelings!" My heart shattered into a million different pieces as tears streamed down my face. "Fuck you!" I said pushing past the crowd of people who were listening to our conversation. I didn't care who saw me cry I just wanted to get out of that house and away from him.

If she ever listened, she’s gone silent now. Memory hits hard. Flashback to the red wolf — oh, she remembers. Him in that clearing, all muscle and moonlight, eyes burning like gasoline on a campfire. Not exactly a talker. Didn’t need to be, really. Something about him just clicked, straight to her bones. Instant. Wild. Over way too soon. Never even got his name. Just knew what he was — rogue, sure, but there was something still and sad in him that nearly broke her. He left. She felt devastated, like he’d took out a piece she couldn’t live without.

"Not ever." wounded, whispering "Why?" "Because you're scared?" his eyes sparkling with something deeper "Because once I start, I won't be able to stop." And you… you don't deserve the type of destruction I'd bring. tears about to fall "And yet you ruin me every time you push me away." I stepped back, holding my chest, and tried to breathe through the pain. Then he said something that broke everything. "You believe Andrew turned on you? You believe he was the worst for betraying you?

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

His shoulder shook as he broke down crying. Michael's heart broke as he took in his broken Omega. He cursed himself for what he had just done. He hated that he scared Noah and hurt him with the Alpha command. That wasn't his intention. He never wanted to hurt Noah; he just wanted to show him he couldn't talk to him like that.

I think that is what haunts me the most. "You are the worst kind of person, Sloane," I screamed as I started hitting her. Over and over again until her picture fell on the ground in multiple pieces. I continued to hit the picture on the ground. The crowbar hitting the concrete made an awful noise, and it sent vibrations up my arm, and I'm sure that my screams were heard throughout the entire house.

he answered. The battlefield returned to normal. Aurel looked horrified. "The Chrono Rift is destabilizing." "It isn't only freezing time anymore." "It's showing fragments of the past... and the future." --- Suddenly, another vision seized me. Willowbrook Academy. Destroyed. Its towers lay in ruins. Smoke filled the sky. The ancient willow tree had been cut down. Standing before the burning academy was the Void King. At his feet lay broken weapons. The Seven-Star Crystal rested on the ground...

The edges of her body were blurring, the physical matter of her arms and legs unspooling into ribbons of plasma. "She's disintegrating!" Wolfy’s voice cut through the earpiece, distorted by static and panic. "The carbon bonds are breaking! She’s losing cohesion!" Viggo didn't think. He didn't calculate. He ran. He launched himself from the South Point, sprinting toward the center. The ground beneath his boots was molten, the basalt turning to slag. He didn't feel his feet burning. He only felt the terrifying, hollow thump of his heart slamming against his bruised ribs.

“She is his unfinished flame.” “Good,” I said. “Then I’ll finish the job.” The first wave hit like a sandstorm made of light. They didn’t bleed, didn’t scream — they simply shattered when struck, reforming seconds later. Every cut I made turned into sparks. “Okay,” I panted. “This is new. They respawn?” “Fragments,” Kael shouted back. “He’s not alive — just refusing to let go.” I grinned through the sweat. “Typical man. Can’t take a breakup.”