Broken Life Novels & Stories

Apologize immediately, or I'm taking him to a hotel. The absurd accusation made me scoff bitterly. "What about you? Did you forget you ran out of the bathroom, soaking wet, just to take a phone call?" My words triggered Sophia's memory, yet she stubbornly held onto her stance. "Then, you should've cleaned it up instead of... Wait, you're bleeding." When I felt something sticky between my fingers, I looked down and saw blood trickling down my arm. Sophia stepped closer to inspect my injury, but Adrian suddenly groaned in exaggerated pain. "My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..."

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.

“Jenna, I am not afraid of empty threats. And you can't mess with someone who is already messed up. As for breaking me up, I am sorry to disappoint you, but you can't break someone who is already broken.” “What do you mean?” “After so many years, your IQ is still the same. Well, I will explain. When a mirror is broken into a million pieces, would you be able to break it again?” Livy asked her like a teacher asking a five-year-old student. “How can I break a piece that is already broken? You stated that the mirror is broken.” Jenna was dumbfounded. “That's exactly my point.” With that, Olivia went to her class; followed by Sia, Mason, and Caleb.

“It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like… drowning.” Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s what it feels like when someone breaks you down long enough. You start believing the water’s stronger than you.” He stepped closer, but not too close. Just enough that his presence anchored her. “But you’re still here. You didn’t let it take you.” Her eyes burned, tears stinging. She dropped her gaze, whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I’m not broken.” “You are broken,” Ghost said simply. “We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.”

“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's too painful that she didn't get to see how I mixed her name with ice cream,"I cried "I understand you,its okay. Just let go of the past and move on forward." "That's what I have to do,"I said smiling a bit. It had been two years now since that day,though it wasn't enough to mourn over their deaths atleast it was enough to start living again. "Well, while you're still thinking,I have to go to work"

"For what? For Victoria's press conference this afternoon? For whatever new lies she's going to tell about me?" "For yourself. For the boys. For getting through this." I set down my spoon. "What if I can't get through this? What if this is the thing that finally breaks me?" "It won't." "How do you know?" "Because you've survived worse. You survived giving up Alexander. You survived almost dying in that warehouse. You survived being shot. You're the strongest person I know." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be repaired." "Not always. Sometimes they're too shattered. Too many pieces to put back together."

There was now no family left for me. It was the time I died. Layla used to live just because her brother died. The cruel world has left her completely broken. She won't be able to heal ever again or trust anyone again. There was a volcano building up inside me and no one can claim it now. This volcano will burst up soon. But for now, Layla is just some soulless and broken person. Xx_____xX

Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled. Resentment simmered between them: Sean with his grudges, Rowena with her cold shoulder. Nancy confided in me that the pair, though housemates, were at each other's throats daily, stirring up a racket that could wake the dead. The stillborn they brought home did not last long before it decayed, swarming with maggots, filling the house with a stench worse than a sewer. Rowena's grip on sanity started to slip, her days filled with wild outbursts. A video of one such episode, self-recorded, went viral and, bizarrely, turned a profit.

"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