Broken Like You Novels & Stories

The tip of my nose. "There is not a single iota of you that is unlovable. You draw people towards you as if you were the sunshine. You cast light wherever you go. If you were truly broken, truly damaged, you wouldn't be trying to live a life baking cupcakes to give joy to others. You would wither away in the dark, spread hate and anguish with every exhale. I know what broken looks like. I grew up with it. Stared it in the face. Killed it."

"Hi Anthony . It's totally fine . I am totally fine . I came here to surprise you for your birthday . But now I feel it was un-necessary . Anyways it's mandatory that I give you a gift, after all you are the birthday boy . Since I was in too much rush to leave your place I couldn't give the gift I had prepared . But now I have another gift for you . " After finally getting a text from Akira, Anthony frantically started typing . "I don't need any gift babe . Just come back to me . " But the reply from Akira came as a shock to him . "Let's break up . I am setting you free . That's my gift for you . " "Let's break up . I am setting you free . That's my gift for you . " Before Anthony could repl

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.

“Just say what’s on your mind.” I hesitated, then sighed. “I feel... broken,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like there’s nothing left of me to give. Ryder and Jaxon, what they did, it’s like they took pieces of me and left me hollow.” Caden’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. “You’re not broken, Amara,” he said firmly. “They might have hurt you, but they didn’t destroy you. You’re stronger than you think.”

But i failed Gabriel. You did it all to get Louis and then what? You destroyed him. You tortured him. I don’t know how you treated him but am sure it would be hell. Are you even a man? You should be ashamed of yourself. You broke a person's heart and look at him he still loves you. He is still crying for you. Because you are in pain. You idiot.

Layered. “I am not an empty vessel,” I said, standing in the illusion. “I am not a cup for the moon to pour into and pour out of. I am a person. I chose this bond.” I reached up and touched the mirror. “Break,” I said. It did. The glass shattered without cutting me, dissolving into harmless light that rained down and then evaporated. The elders vanished. The temple peeled away. The Veil’s half-light replaced it, the serpent’s presence shriveling like a slug dashed with salt.

Melody POV. The thing that breaks you the most is the thing that should have built you up, it's the people who were supposed to love you, they hurt the worse, their injuries hit so low, that there's no coming up afterwards, you stay down, you can't pull your head out from the sand no matter what, you end up being broken, from the inside and the outside.

"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."

I look at him waiting. "I don't want just to push you into your subspace, I want to break you down, and then build you back up." I look at him, confused. "What does that mean?" I look at him confused, what does he mean by breaking me? "I mean, I will push and push until you are broken, crying, and then totally stripped bare of everything, then I will rebuild you to be stronger. It won't be something that lasts forever; that sort of thing takes days, even weeks of breaking someone down." I look at him nodding. I am already broken; I just can't figure out how to embrace and accept it.

“I’m trying so hard to be strong.” I clenched my fists until my nails carved my palms, willing something—anything—to crack open and rise. “Just give me back a piece of me,” I begged. “Please…” But the magic didn’t come. No spark. No flicker. No warmth. Just the cold certainty that everything inside me had gone dark. And with that… I broke. I screamed. A sound not meant for ears. Not meant for forests or gods or ghosts. A sound born from wombs that don’t deliver.