Novel & Cerita Broken Novel

“You survived it. That’s what matters.” “But what if I’m broken now?” I whisper. “What if all the soft parts of me are gone? What if I’m too scared to let someone love me again? What if you wake up one day and realize you deserve someone whole?” He stares at me like I’ve just said the dumbest thing in the world. “Viola,” he murmurs. “You’re not broken.” I shake my head, not believing him. “You say that now—” “No,” he cuts in, gently but firmly. “Listen to me. You’re not broken. You’re brave. You’re still here. Still standing. You wrote through your pain. You pulled yourself out of something people spend decades trapped in. You didn’t disappear—you fought your way back.”

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

She walks with elegance and prudence but could speak a curse that would leave you both lost and confused, shattered and broken but most of all deeply in love. That's how I ended up here in this situation I am in now, losing everything and everyone closest to me. Leaving me alone, depending on her for love, on her to put a stop to my lust, and on her to fill me up when I’m empty to stick me back together when I'm broken. I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention.

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.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

"I see broken things, and I want to fix them. Beautiful broken things especially." "I'm not broken." The laugh that escaped him was genuinely amused, "Of course you are. You're sitting in a stranger's house, wearing clothes you slept in, drinking whiskey you can't afford, because the alternative is sleeping rough and hoping you don't freeze to death before morning." Put like that, my situation did sound fairly desperate. "But broken doesn't mean worthless," he continued. "Sometimes the most interesting people are the ones who've been shattered and rebuilt themselves into something new."

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

--- 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.