Broken Home Novels & Stories

"No, don't touch it. He told me to do so until it's time to retire to bed." "Oh. Shows he really cares. Since I've refused to bring a man home, maybe you should do that." "Not so fast mommy. Besides it's getting dark. We should go back home now." Frances got up, pulling her mother's arm. They both got up and headed back home. Frances couldn't wait for 9:00 pm -- the time she normally retired to bed. She kept the watch on a drawer beside her bed, staring at the time periodically, as well as the button she was supposed to click.

“I called her last night just to ask for money.” Frank did not utter any words and just went fast in front of Demir then he quickly crumpled his shirt because of what he heard from him. “That’s the only time I needed her help and I am sorry if I called your wife.” Demir swallowed and felt the tightness of Frank’s fist on his shirt. “I have no choice and we both know that I am already broke! Last night someone rob me at the street and those man worked together to hit and break some parts of my body.” Demir told them what happened with his eyes pinned on Frank.

Ashley POV It's been three weeks since Kevyn and I broke up. I admit that it wasn't easy for me, every day that passed I was killed by the pain but it was necessary to be strong for myself. It's hard that I used to be with him all the time but now I'm alone. But maybe that's how life really is, if you're not meant for each other, fate will make you separate even in a painful way.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

Occasionally, I heard news about my family. After Dad went bankrupt, he was left drowning in debt and homeless. Mom remarried with Callie to a nouveau riche man who had violent tendencies. I heard Callie's leg really was broken this time, and she truly couldn't walk anymore. And Mom, after years of beatings, lost her mind and went insane. One day, on my way home from school, I saw Dad. He was wearing tattered clothes, rummaging through a trash bin for food. When he saw me, he froze.

Instead, they turned my house upside down. They swung their bats at everything they could reach. The sound of breaking glass and crashing furniture filled the air. The TV shattered into pieces, the screen cracking before falling to the floor. The coffee table was broken in half, the wood splintering under the force of their swings. Plates and glasses crashed to the floor, shards scattering everywhere. Even my favorite vase was smashed, the beautiful ceramic pieces lying in ruins. I stood still, frozen, my body trembling with fear and anger. They didn’t hit me, but their destruction hurt just as much. It was like they were breaking me piece by piece, tearing apart my home and my heart.

Chapter 236: The Breaking Point The estate felt different. Not just damaged. Not just attacked. Broken. The once untouchable Romano mansion now echoed with emptiness. Gunfire had slowed. The enemy had pulled back—for now. But the silence that followed was worse. Inside the main hall, the team regrouped. Smoke still lingered in the air. Debris covered the floors. Cracks ran through the walls like scars. Valentino stood near the shattered window, staring out into the night.

I married Luca, the godfather I'd grown up with since childhood, and he tore off my veil with his own hands at our wedding. "The wedding is void. You were never the real Vitale princess." I turned to Dante and Sebastian in disbelief—the four of us grew up together, they adored me beyond reason, there was no way they'd just stand there and watch. But Sofia came walking toward me, smiling, an arm looped through each of theirs: "Sister, you're imagining things. The name and the engagement both belong to me." I tried to step forward and demand answers. Luca stepped on my train and sent me crashing to the floor. Sebastian crouched down, his smile gentle, his tone like someone coaxing a diso

Chapter 19: The Breaking Point And that was the moment I shattered. No warning. Just slow, silent, brutal heartbreak. I couldn’t reply. My hands turned cold. Travis said nothing. No denial. Not even a glance. I was done. That night, when I finally got home, I collapsed onto my bed like a broken doll. Mama came rushing in, worried sick. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked. The driver had called her—he thought I was sick because I didn’t stop crying the entire ride.