Broken Open Novels & Stories

My stomach collides with the unforgiving gravel. It hurts, it hurts so bad that I feel like my waist is about to break, I can't barely breathe. I can equally feel a viscous liquid slowly soaking my underwear, which I suspect to be blood. Unexpected, Darrick hurries to my side with a concern expression on his face. " Are you ok?" He ask concerned " I am so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you" " No, take me to the hospital. I am losing our babies" I cry at the top of my lungs while clutching on my tommy.

My mouth was overly dry; a glass of water sat on the little nightstand beside my bed. I reached for it, but I misjudged the distance and knocked the glass on the floor, spilling its contents and shattering the glass. I went to get grab it when Zane stepped out of the shadows. His face was still slightly bruised, letting me know a bone or two had definitely been broken. Even though his wolf would have healed him fast, broken bones took a little longer. A day or two, sometimes a week, if it was broken in multiple places. "I got it," He grumbled as he moved to pick up the pieces of glass, throwing them in the garbage by the door. He grabbed a towel from the sink in the far corner and cleaned up

I then remembered the door bouncing back open because of a piece of foam slightly sitting in between the doorframe preventing it from closing. "But how am I gonna get there?" I looked down at the chains that were attached to my wrist and then noticed that they weren't even locked. They were still open but slightly. I carefully shoved my thumb into the lock in attempt to apply pressure in order to get it to open up more. My acrylic nail popped off taking my actual nail off with it. I screamed out as a tremendous amount of pain shot through my hand. "FUCK!" I squealed as I watched blood seep out of my finger.

And then— For the first time since it appeared— The thing beyond the fracture became angry. Reality screamed. And the fracture began opening fully.

I opened the door. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yes, what is going to happen to me". I said nervously. I didn't make any eye contact with him and said," you know how clumsy I am. I broke the glass while drinking water. You can sit there on the sofa. Let me just collect these broken pieces". I again tried to hide my emotions. He sat on the sofa. I tried to pick up the broken pieces but because my hands were still shivering. My fingers got a cut from the broken glass.

Like Russian Roulette meet 50 card pick up. They graciously waited for the paid to reside before drawling another one. I currently had broken toes on both feet, broken right knee cap, three broken fingers, broken ribs, collar bone and left shoulder. I could feel my bones setting wrong as my advanced healing took place. Raven was trying to slow down the healing but I knew I would have to rebreak everything. I was coated in sweat from head to toe before they decided it was time for lunch. Apparently causing me pain gave them an appetite.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

“Anna, that’s enough.” But it wasn’t. Because they were still there. Still trying. Still reaching. Still a threat. “They’ll keep coming,” I said. “Then we deal with it—” “This is dealing with it.” My hand lifted slightly. And the pressure increased. The first crack echoed. Loud. Sharp. One of them Broke. Not fell. Not stumbled. Broke. Like glass under too much force. The other two reacted instantly. Trying to move. To escape. But they couldn’t.

Dammit! I look up at my face as a long crack ran through it. What did I do? I broke a mirror! How can I be so selfish! I pick up my phone off the tile floor covered in glass, it's cracked. A message popped up on the broken screen. from: unknown Angry? Suddenly there is banging on the door and shouting. How long have they been there? "Anna! Open the door!" Tyler... oh no. I look down at my arm as I begin to feel a sharp pain. There's a glass shard in my arm.

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"