Broken Girl Novels & Stories

“Elleanna…” Crystal said with wide eyes as she took in the sight of her. Elleanna took this opportunity to turn around back up the stairs before deciding to jump through her second story window. The glass shattered as she broke through and her body fell to the grassy ground below. She heard a crunch and let out a whimper as she landed on her left ankle wrong knowing it was broken. She took a look up at the broken window to see Alpha Romero standing there staring at her. She turned and ran through the pain and through the trees deciding she would have to leave and not look back so she couldn’t be rejected again.

"And I always will." I walked into my office at the shelter and closed the door. As rewarding as it has been to run this place, it's also so depressing sometimes. The women need so much help sometimes and they are so broken and it's just so hard emotionally. I wouldn't change it because I love that I get to help them but when we have a new girl here and she has been beaten to a bloody mess it just breaks something inside of you. That is what we had come in this morning. She had to wait until her boyfriend went to work to be able to leave, but he did a really bad number on her. We had to have our staff doctor come in and stitch her up and also put a splint on her arm.

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*

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

he assured. I’m aren’t any good girl Tho, I’m a bad girl doing bad stuff, I have been drained, dried, and heartbroken and have seen myself substituted into doing a lot with both gays, old men, boys, girls, and women just to get some dollars to pay up some bills

× F L A S H B A C K × ~ Five years ago… ~ It was one stormy day and my heart was shattered into thousands of pieces. My boyfriend was a total asshole. Last week I gave him my virginity and today I caught him with another woman in his bedroom. He told me that I was a lousy fuck and that he regrets sleeping with me. I begged him not to break up with me. I told him that I love him and I would do anything he wants. I told him that I can do better in bed but he called me pathetic and threw me out of his apartment and out of his life.

Tom asked without stopping his pace. "Andreas knows. And I need your support, Tom. You were the first person to help me before I even knew who I was," Andien said reasonably. "I can't believe you don't have a male friend to work with," Tom grumbled. "I don't know any other men. My first man was Kenan, but he broke my heart," Andien replied quietly. "Are you serious?" "I am serious." "Why do you want to break up with Kenan and get involved with me?" Tom asked, demanding Andien's honesty.

But after seeing how Justina was willing to go to the lengths of following Diana, she was convinced that among many reasons that Ryan had told Diana that they were broken up, that would be at the top of the list. On the other hand, Justina knew very well that curiosity was going to get the better of them and they would want to hear what she had to say. So, with the trap set, all she had to do was now wait and see. With a wide smirk on her face, she was convinced that Ryan hadn't told them who he really was. For Justina, this realization had come a bit too late. Just after they had broken up with Ryan. While they dated, she never got the hint that Ryan was a billionaire painting himself to be

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.