Broken Life Novels & Stories

--- 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.

Cold. Still. Wrong. Nothing. No reaction. No flinch. No warmth. Just— absence. Something inside me shatters. Completely. “Come back,” I whisper. Nothing. “Maria, come back.” Still nothing. “Come back!” My voice breaks. Loud. Raw. Uncontrolled. The room goes silent. Even Adrian stops talking. Because this— This is what breaking sounds like. “She’s gone,” he says quietly. I freeze. “No.” “Yes.” “No.”

he said. “Yes.” because that was the point. because if the system needed perfection Then breaking it was the only way to get him back. the space shattered. not slowly. not carefully. violently. cracks running through everything. Through the ground. through the air. through me. pain finally returned. real. sharp. alive. and through it the bond surged. Not faint anymore. not weak. exploding. Zayden. I felt him. Clear. Strong. Fighting. Breaking through. “Aria”

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

Her chest pain intensified even further. "Honey," her mother cooed softly, opening her arms. Bella crumbled into her embrace. The warmth should have comforted her, yet it only highlighted how shattered she felt within her. Her voice broke as she sobbed, "Mum, Marcus rejected me." "My mate rejected me." The words felt bitter on her tongue. Expressing thoughts verbally made them feel more genuine. She had wished—prayed—that this was a terrible dream from which she would awaken. However, it was not.

The guide was beside her, his pale face flushed with something that looked almost like life, his silver eyes open and watching the ceiling of the corridor, the walls of light, the impossible architecture of a place that should not exist. "What did you do?" he whispered. "I broke it." "What?" "The bridge. The law. The either-or." She coughed, tasting blood, feeling the grate of her broken ribs with every breath. "I broke it because it was broken already. It only worked because no one had ever tried to break it." He was silent for a long moment. Then he laughed. It was a small sound, barely audible, but it was the first laugh she had ever heard from him, and it was beautiful, broken, free.

- Caitlin Cooper ************************************ The line from this quote "when you're broken you need to be reborn" resembles me so much. I was broken to the extent that I was not even seeing the positive light in my life. I did not know how to save myself from the damage that was done to me; I could not even see the shore to survive or land; I was too into the depth of the water to be saved. The only person that can keep myself from going insane was only me; Only. Me. I. was the only one now who can rescue myself from the detriment I was going to foist upon myself. Throughout my life while growing up I only heard people saying "I'm suffering so much or I'm in pain" but I only understo

“I am not weak. I am not broken. And you will not take him from me! The Battle of the Doubles The false Elianna shrieked, lunging forward with claws of shadow. Clara stumbled back, but her instincts surged. She snatched a broken chain from the ground—one that had snapped when her bindings shattered—and swung it with all her strength. The chain struck the false Elianna across the face, scattering her form into smoke before she reformed, hissing. The false Adrian laughed cruelly, his shadowy hand twisting into a blade. He slashed at her, the edge grazing her arm and drawing blood. Pain seared through her, but she refused to fall. She turned just in time to see the broken Clara rising to her fe