Broken Life Novels & Stories

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

They had no idea. I wasn’t rebelling. I was surviving. Every fight I picked, every night I drowned myself in alcohol or whatever else I could get my hands on, every stupid, dangerous decision—I did it because it was easier than feeling anything. Easier than remembering. Easier than letting the past sink its claws into me again. People love to preach forgiveness. They love to say things like “let it go” or “move on.” They say it like healing is a choice you can make in a single breath. Like the scars on my skin and the ones carved deeper inside me can be erased with a few kind words.

But Calvin’s presence was reminding her of something she had nearly forgotten: Love did not have to be naïve. Trust did not have to be blind. And hope — fragile as it felt — was not weakness. It was strength choosing to risk again. She walked to the mirror, studying her reflection. No longer the woman shattered by headlines. No longer the woman building walls out of fear. But a woman who had survived — and was daring to feel again. Her phone vibrated softly. Calvin: “Goodnight, Mia. Thank you for today.” She smiled before replying. Mia: “Goodnight, Calvin.”

His body shook as he broke down crying. He hurt… He hurt everywhere. His back, his stomach, his ass and his insides. His heart was broken. He felt disgusting and used. ‘Thaddeus will never want me now.’ Aiden thought. Aiden knows Thaddeus will never want him after feeling what just happened to him. He's going to be disgusted knowing that another man touched him. Knowing that another man's cock was just inside him. Knowing that another man just came inside him. He's dirty, disgusting, and tainted. He's used, and Thaddeus is going to be repulsed by him.

I felt pity for every victim being born to a family who didn't want to keep them and proudly discarded us in a shithole, where whores were produced. It was a disgrace to my existence that tonight I could be abused in unimaginable ways. I wanted to hide. I wanted to scream. And anything above this, I wanted to run. As far and as away as I could. I felt a cold hand clutching my hand. Looking that way I found Lily whose eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue. But for now, it was distorted with waters in them. "Lily," I called her out with a shaken spirit. She looked terrible. Her bluish eyes were puffed out, she looked like a walking skeleton—well, not more than me—I put my other hand on he

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

Because everything—every moment of the last six weeks—had been a lie. The man I loved was dead. My daughter was gone. And I had been living with an imposter the entire time. Miranda appeared behind Thomas. "Now you understand. Now you break. And when you are broken enough, you will give me everything." She was right. I was broken. Completely. Finally. Irreversibly broken. And there was no one left to save me.

He once caressed my face with affection in his eyes then left me out here in this dark room sitting alone. I'm tired. I couldn't do it all. I had no hope left, I had no reason to fight for my life I was already broken. There was nothing left precious to me, I was nothing but garbage. I felt nothing but the pain caused by wounds as a body. Evil had already won. I'd rather die than live a life like this. I'm SHATTERED.

“How? Harrison has all the money and power in the world. We have nothing left. He can keep attacking forever. We can’t keep defending forever.” “So you outlast him.” “That’s not really an answer.” “Yes it is. You survive one more day than he thinks you can. You take one more hit than he expects you to handle. You win by not breaking when he’s sure you will.” “I’m already broken.” “You’re exhausted. There’s a difference. Exhaustion can be fixed, broken is forever. You’re not broken, Lena. You’re just really, really tired.” Quiet tears ran down my face. Not the desperate kind, just soft relief. “How did you get so wise?”

It makes us whole and sometimes it makes us shattered into pieces where we don’t know how to start on picking up the pieces and just try to live with the pieces that still made us alive and breathing. Those pieces that still gave an intact on our life but we already know that it was as fragile as a glass for one moment, we are already trying to outlive the past only to see ourselves stumbling on the ground and our words being shattered again by those pieces which we believes makes us intact and alive only to realize that those pieces remember every bit of her. Those pieces holds us together for it was the only pieces that remains for her.