Novelas y relatos de Broken Home

he was pretty sure his family fell apart a long time ago, way before he could ever see or speak, he was born into a broken home after all. Daniel was anything but perfect, just like a beautiful portrait that had something missing, Daniel was like that, He was doing his best to get better — this time not just for his dead father, but for Clarissa too, and maybe just maybe Clarissa was the missing piece of him, but for now, He would just wallow in his mountain of drugs

Denise went through her profile and made sure to delete every picture of herself and Denise…there were only few of hers and Clark. He never allowed her to post their pictures on social media. If only Denise had realised earlier his true intentions… Angrily, she throws the phone at the wall…it broke into pieces… All through the night, Denise cried… All through the night, she lay on the floor soaked in tears with swollen eyes and a reddened face. There was no one to make her relax… she was in her crumbled world again…facing it with a bruised heart…wishing that somehow, some magic occurs to reverse the sorrowful events…to numb the pain that burdened her mind greatly. There and then, she decided

Having the cops cart you away in handcuffs because your replacement felt threatened by you hanging around her home as she carried the child that was by all rights supposed to be yours was about as horrifying an ordeal as she could've imagined. That had been the last time she'd tried. The humiliation coupled with the restraining order had finally put the nail in that coffin. And if she hadn't exactly moved on, she'd withdrawn. She'd had to accept after all the knocks that her life was gone. The life she'd mapped out for herself had become nothing more than a tainted dream.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

The one that tells me without words that no matter where we go, as long as we're together, we'll be home. The night settles around us, full of promise and potential, and for the first time in a long time, the future feels not like something to fear, but something to embrace. ___ The sound of small, hiccuping sobs breaks through the quiet of our packing. I look up just as our baby, she comes stumbling into the living room, her chubby cheeks streaked with tears, clutching the cracked remains of her iPad against her chest like a wounded animal. "Baba... Mama..." she wails, her little voice breaking my heart as she holds up the shattered screen. "Broke! All broke!"

Teeth changing. I'm human again. Lying naked on my destroyed living room floor, covered in cuts and bruises and my own blood. Every part of my body hurts. I'm too exhausted to move. Too broken to care that I'm lying in broken glass and scattered books and the ruins of my life. I did this. I destroyed my own flat. Everything I worked for, everything I owned, ruined in one night. The sun's rising. Light streams through my broken window. I need to assess the damage. Need to figure out if this is salvageable.

What the fuck is wrong with me to return to the scene of the crime where I was murdered by the love of my life sitting currently right next to me? “C’mon,” he tells me, drawing my attention. “Let me show you to your new home.” Home? I chuckle at the absurdity that. “You mean my new room.” “Sure. Same thing.” No, it fucking isn’t! It’s not the same. Home used to be where he was. Home hasn’t felt like home since he broke it. I’ll never tell him that, because he probably doesn’t give a fuck. He probably created his home with that shewolf he was breeding that night he destroyed my entire world.

****** Megan I heard the door slamming so hard that the walls and windows shook. I lifted my head and looked around, finding myself completely alone in that wonderful apartment that was exactly how I had imagined in my dreams how I wanted my home to be. Something inside me was broken, destroyed beyond repair. I fell to the ground and brought my knees to my chest, collapsing in a desperate cry while in front of my eyes, I saw nothing but the disappointed expression of Liam as I destroyed everything between us, I had disintegrated with my hands.

"No way out. You're the mafia bride that trapped in his love." ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤