Broken Girl Novels & Stories

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

“Look! I’ve been there but best believe how you react to it is all that matters. The best thing you could do is to chill out and relive your mind” She didn’t say anything so he went on. “I broke up with my girl a couple of months ago. Apparently I wasn’t man enough for her. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted. I’m broke. Still I’m. She called me a powerless worm. This is someone with whom I invested 5 years with” Zara continued crying. She poured the remnant from the Hennessy into a glass from the counter gave him to drink. “To broken hearts, broken glasses and other broken things” she said as they clinked their glasses together in desolation.

To never ask for anything, never expect anything, never hope for anything. And still, somehow, I'd ended up here. Broken and alone on a street corner, with nothing but forty-seven dollars in my wallet and a baby no one wanted. The rain fell harder. I tilted my face up to it, let it wash away the tears, the makeup, the last traces of the girl who'd worn a wedding dress and believed in fairy tales. That girl was gone. Someone new was being born in her place. Someone harder. Someone who would never let anyone hurt her again.

You've survived worse than this. And I had. That was the thing people like Killian Jnr never understood. Breaking me wasn't the end of my story. It was just the ugliest chapter. I'd kept going. I'd crawled when I couldn't walk. I'd worked jobs that made my back ache and my dignity buckle. I'd built something small and fragile and entirely mine from the wreckage he left behind. And I would not — I repeat‚ I would not — let the sight of him take that from me.

"Men like him eat girls like us for breakfast. He’s got the power to make you or break you, and I don't want to see you broken." I forced a smile and moved away, my heart thumping against my ribs. Broken. The word echoed in my head. Ava didn't realize that Nathan had already started breaking me—but the pieces he was removing were the ones I didn't want anyway. He was stripping away the invisible girl and replacing her with something sharper, something hungrier.

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

I collapsed to the floor. 'AIDS, positive.'

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

Every good girl is warned about the bad boy, who goes looking for trouble, with split lips and bruised knuckles. But no one warns you about the broken ones,who stay so silent, you begin to wonder what's brewing in their heads, whose grey eyes are so hollow with intense sadness and darkness to them. Boys with rings underneath their eyes. Boys who whisper things so sweet and quietly you wonder if he was an angel. Luca is your broken bad boy, with a thunderstorm brewing deeply in his eyes, he finally finds someone who brings light to his life. Turns out she's also broken too. Together, through battles and unbreakable walls, they try to help each other fix their broken pieces.

the position of the girl with her back to Dollan stared at the beautiful landscape painting in front of her. Dollan went back to continue his words. "I once made a stupid decision and it made me feel unhappy. I thought the heartbreak I felt was only for a moment and after that I could forget you but no, I've slept with several girls after we broke up but I still can't forget you." Baby was shocked to find out that man had slept with several girls. she didn't like that fact but she understood Dollan's condition which really needed it to make him feel better.