Broken Girl Novels & Stories

Cameron ended up having to work two jobs just to make a living, yet every time something failed to go his parents' way, they would take their frustration out on him, beating and scolding him. Benjamin had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so he had only ever known the luxurious life of a wealthy family's son. Never had he had to deal with such hardship and suffering before. Every day, he wouldn't stop crying or kicking up a fuss, finally aggravating the Zinks so much that they kicked both him and Cameron out of the house. At last, something in Cameron snapped. He started beating Benjamin right there on the street, shouting, "This is all your fault for running your mouth! Rachel wou

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

I was a broken, sobbing wreck, hips grinding desperately against his face as he brought me right to the edge again and again — only to pull away each time with a cruel smile. By the fifth denial, I was completely broken. Tears streamed down my face in hot, messy rivers. My voice was hoarse and cracked from begging, my hips twitching uselessly against the air like a desperate animal. My poor pussy was swollen, red, and throbbing painfully, clenching around nothing as it leaked all over the sheets in a shameful puddle.

"Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you've been playing with me for weeks while you had someone waiting at home. It looks like I was just some distraction. Some broken woman you found interesting for a little while." "You're not..." "Yes, I am," I cut him off. "I'm exactly that. I'm the broken woman who ran away from her life. The one who attacked her husband in a hotel room because she couldn't handle being cheated on anymore. The one who's so desperate for someone to actually want her that she let herself believe your bullshit." Tears were threatening now, burning at the corners of my eyes. I refused to let them fall. Refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing just how much

I said, shaking my head. She looked at me. “You can’t help it.” She spoke. “This is the thing with me. I fall too easily then they break me as easily as I fell for them. I don’t want this, G. I don’t want to fall then break again.” Genina looked at me and smiled. “You’ll never know if you’re going to break if you don’t fall, Ash.” She told me. “You’re a very strong woman because you have your shots in love and you got through every single heartache. I bet not everyone can still live after that.” She continued.

The girl I used to be had been broken by rejection. The woman I was becoming… was built from something harder.

"Why? Why would you save him? You loved me the most. He rejected you! Why are you still protecting him?" It was then that I noticed Sophia had collapsed on the ground, the knife embedded in her chest. She ignored Adrian's desperate cries, her eyes fixed solely on me. "Lucas..." Sophia was rushed to the hospital, while Adrian was taken away by the police. I later learned Adrian had broken up with Sophia earlier because he'd found a wealthy woman, believing he'd marry into riches. Instead, she'd taken him to a remote rural area, where he'd struggled until he finally escaped.

She looked comical. Her legs couldn’t bear the pain anymore and finally gave up. Grace fell on the ground with a loud thump and that’s when her dam broke. Loud sobs escaped her mouth recalling those freaks in that disgusting club. But the question was does she even hold the right to bad mouth anymore when she did the same thing? The reality was a tight slap on her face. Because no matter how much she tries to run from it she can’t deny the fact that she used sex to get rid of the pain of heartbreak.

{song recommendation: Landfill by daughter} "Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. You know your the only girl I want." Johnson said frantically. "Obviously not Jack. You slept with Ella of all people. Ella! One of my best friends. How could you?" She asked as more tears escaped her eyes. Johnson looked down in disappointment. Probably disappointed in himself. "I'm sorry." He said barely audible to hear over the loud music. "I fucking hate you!" She said as she ran out of the house in tears with me following her.