Broken Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

Her body was completely drenched in water as expected and her wet hair stuck to her shocked face. I didn't know what to say — I had no excuse. "A-Are you okay..?" "You....!" She caught me by my collar and glared at me, "Do I look like I am okay?!" Well, that was stupid of me. Her murderous look made me believe in two faced people today — She was sweet like sugar a moment ago and now she gave off the vibe of a monster that could bite off a person's limbs. I gulp nervously, "I-I am really sorry..."

“I didn’t know it was possible to love this much. It makes everything feel louder, brighter, and scarier too.” She wraps her arms around me and holds on tight. “That’s what love does. It opens you up. Makes you brave and vulnerable all at once. But I’d rather you feel all of this than walk through life numb.” “I used to think I was broken,” I whisper. “Before I met them. Before I understood what I was. I always felt I was different, that I didn’t really fit. But now… now I feel more whole than I ever have.” Mum presses a kiss to my head. “You were never broken. You just hadn’t found the ones who could see all your pieces and love you harder because of them.”

Please, you have to help me! Right. He was the new host. A pity the host had only one fate lying in wait if they didn't cut the connection before the disease transfer. Death. I nonchalantly gave him an answer that would push him into despair. 'This is how Yvonne heals her patients. I thought you knew.' Then, I sent him a smiling emoji. 'Thanks for your sacrifice.' After that, I snapped my SIM card and threw it into the trash. … The day I came back, the airport lounge's TV was airing news about Yvonne.

I said with a cracked voice, and continued to sob. "Don't you say that honey, you're amazing. And there is nothing wrong with you at all," she said trying to console me. "Then why such hateful rejection, Why didn't he say something earlier?" I sobbed, leaning on her shoulder. "I can feel what you're going through sweetheart, but..." I interrupted. "Really?" I asked looking up to see her face. "Yes and I..." I interrupted her again. "So you've been left standing at the alter before by someone you thought was your soulmate?" I asked anxiously with tears still dripping on my face.

Hope. “What if I don't believe you this time?” I took a deep breath, stepping closer until we were only inches apart. “Then I'll keep proving it until you do.” Her bag slipped from her shoulder, she looked like she wanted to run but her feet stayed rooted. The air between us buzzed with everything unsaid. “You broke me.” She whispered, her eyes had tears in them, “You broke everything we had because of pride.” I nodded slowly, eyes never leaving heads, “I know but allow me the chance to fix it. Slowly, carefully, piece by piece. Even if it takes forever.”

She was hardly recognisable. “You chose her over me! Fuck you! Fuck you” She screams grabbing her hair, turning as she kicks her again, twice in the ribs. My heart breaks at the sight of her. “What is it that’s wrong with me! Why does everyone want her and not me?” I look at the deranged bitch in the face, I wanted so badly to slap her but I knew that wasn’t the way “Roisin calm down, your bond broke. That means you have a better match out there. It means you have a better mate. One that will love you”

"Pack your bags and move out!" "I need nothing from you!" she retorted. "And I really hope, David, that one day, you discover how wrong you are. I hope you will be happy alone, though I wished that we'd be happy together! Goodbye, my love!" Her broken voice held strong emotions, planting a seed of doubt in his heart. But David knew the truth. He had evidence of her betrayal. He dismissed the hesitation, knowing that he would not be manipulated by her again. As she stepped outside the house, her heart shattered into a million pieces. She fought the tears that were threatening to fall on her cheeks, but they refused to listen to her. They cascaded down her face like a river, each droplet a tes

I could see her body visibly shaking while her lips were also quivering. “Don't make it hard for me, Diego. I am already broken,” she stopped, making my heart clench for her even more. “Don't break me anymore.” When she whispered the last sentence, my grip on the suitcase automatically loosened. She took it from me and turned towards the pack borders.