Broken Open Novels & Stories

Adrian held my hand. Gripping the rod in my other hand we rushed to the broken door . I tried to open the door but it did not budge. I tried to pull the door again but nothing happened. " Step back. We have to break it". Adrian lifted his right leg and kicked the door. The broken door cracked into two pieces from between. We jumped out of the crack.

Oh, аnd I рullеd dоwn hіѕ fucking wrіѕt аt thе ѕаmе tіmе. I'm nоt ѕurе hоw muсh fоrсе an elbow can tаkе оn a muѕсlе bound guу lіkе thаt. What I аm sure оf іѕ thаt I applied way more thаn nесеѕѕаrу. Hіѕ аrm gave ѕоmеthіng bеtwееn a ѕnар аnd a crunch аnd wаѕ іmmеdіаtеlу useless. He ѕtооd in ѕhосk for оnlу a ѕрlіt second bеfоrе hіѕ еуеѕ wаtеrеd. At lеаѕt, I think thеу watered bесаuѕе my fist quickly met hіѕ nоѕе wіth a rе ѕоundіng crack. Down went thе big man. I ѕtооd оvеr hіm whіlе hе grоаnеd, holding hіѕ broken еlbоw with blооd flоwіng from a ѕwоllеn nоѕе. I'm nоt ѕurе іf hе could ѕее me. I bent оvеr аnd hіm аnd рullеd hіѕ fасе up to mіnе bу hіѕ hаіr.

“OOF!” Will groans loudly. The thud sound of Will’s large, yet fragile body hitting the wall echoes through the empty space of the room. I stare at him, waiting for him to admit defeat. He was soaked in his own blood. His body was covered in deep scratches, holes were leaking a thick red fluid from where my claws dug in. I knew for a fact that I had blown his kneecap, broken a wrist, maybe even fractured a few ribs, yet he didn’t admit to his loss.

i said and coughed a little to add more spice to my sick character "So you are currently naked in your chest region because I'm seeing your bra here too" he said i smiled at him and he smiled smiled back and walked out of the room, he tried to close the door but the door won't close anymore because it's broken, he broke it with his strength. That's his business though because he will eventually be the one to fix it

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

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I sighed, stood up, and without hesitation, delivered a vicious kick to his jaw. The sound of his bone breaking echoed in the room as he fell onto his back, blood spreading beneath him. He didn’t even try to get up, not that he could. His tendons were cut, and his hands were broken, twisted, and completely useless. He was a mess, a broken, helpless body, just waiting for the end. I crouched beside him, my voice low and rough. "Open your mouth." He whimpered, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps.

Before I lost in the darkness. When I opened my eyes I was in this big room on a bed. I looked beside me with a lot of fear that someone slept with me again but there's no naked man beside me this time. And I am also full clothed. I got up from the bed and in panick I hit with a table and a vase falls on the ground loud. I kneeled down as I was seeing the pieces . The broken glass pieces. Just like me. They have broken me just like these glasses. Shattered me. I looked at the broken glasses. Should I just?? Maybe this is the only chance I get to do this.

The Breach Beneath The vision struck with no warning, sharper and more focused than any before. Mirra staggered as if struck, clutching at her chest as her breath tore free. Her eyes rolled white, the forest spinning away, and then she saw. Not the sky. The earth. It gaped before her in a jagged wound, a tear not of stone or root but of reality itself. The soil split wide, but beneath there was no bedrock, no cavern, no quiet darkness. Instead, a raw rift yawned, bleeding corruption into her world.

But he wasn't spared. Crack. The sound was like a dry branch snapping, but much louder. It was the sound of bone breaking under immense pressure. The man shrieked, a sharp, piercing sound that cut off abruptly as he hit the ground. Both of his legs had been snapped at the shins, the bone protruding through the skin in a gruesome display of white against red. He lay there, clawing at the dirt, his breath coming in ragged, terrified gasps.