Broken Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

I didn't let go, I couldn't let go of her she was hurting, and it hurt me that she was hurting. "Kat." She said in a soft tone. "Yeah?" I asked as I pulled out of the hug slightly to see her face. "I fucking loved him." She said as she broke down even more. "He's not worth your tears babe." I said as I pulled away from the hug and wiped away her tears.

“Youre refusing me? Is it because of..” “No!” I snapped, cutting her off before she could finish. The word echoed louder than I intended. Amelia froze, her confidence cracking for the first time. She stared at me, startled, almost offended. I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair. I looked away, jaw tightening. “This conversation is over.” She scoffed. “You’re throwing away years and lovely memories for someone who doesn’t belong here. A fallen princess, Fernando. Do you even hear yourself?”

It’s like the water was reminding her softly that the best solution for all her problems is to jump into it. Closing her eyes, she lifted her feet off the floor preparing to jump into the water, when she heard someone trying to stop her actions. “And what the hell do you think you are doing!” Someone shouted at Jane trying to stop her silly actions. It was like his voice added energy to her actions as she was too shocked to hear the voice trying to stop her. The shock made her lose her footing which made her fall forward as she screamed out her lungs. “Fuck!” The man cursed as he rushed towards her, but it was too late.

Biting my lip, I squinted under the glaring phone screen, before lowering the brightness to text Ever. -Are you really gonna do it? His reply arrived half a minute later. -it's for the best -I'm here for you, you know that, right? But I don't want to see either of you get hurt over sth that can be fixed -It can't be fixed -I broke up with her after you guys left -WHAT -How'd she take it?? -Well, the coffee jar is broken now -I liked that coffee -Nvm that now :'/ -But what about the dance?

Her words fell softly, but they landed with the force of a sledgehammer. I watched as my heart splintered, its pieces scattering on the floor like a burst of ripe watermelon. Desperation clawed through the ruins, and from it emerged a whisper, "Perhaps... tomorrow night?" Her apologetic gaze held a firmness I couldn't overlook. "Sorry, Brock, not tomorrow night either."

He would have managed, of course, because she was a friend, but it would have been exhausting. “Okay, we’ve talked about my broken fingers now,” he said and took a quick swig from his beer. “What about your broken heart? Or did you break his?” She blinked at the unusual introduction but seemed okay with it. “No…” she slowly said while stirring around in her soup. “He broke mine.” She ate a spoonful, before she continued. ”It’s a bit complicated. Because actually–” Suddenly her voice failed her and she turned away, blinking frantically to chase away tears.

she emphasizes more on the word sad not broken and he nods. "I decided to take a shot or two, it was the only thing that could get my mind off their hurtful betrayal…it didn't go well as if I ended up insulting Keane…" She said reminiscing about the event , she was one hell of a brutal queen back there, willing to kick some balls but instead, she was the one that was kicked in the ass. "Are you serious, that could have been fun to watch" Derrick exclaimed laughing. She gaze at him with an are-you-serious look, with mouth twitching to the side.

He asked observing her troubled face . “It just that ...I don’t how how to say this but I will anyways ..”She started .”We should break up “She dropped the bomb . “Wha ...What !”He was completely taken aback . “Don’t try to convince me otherwise ,Have made up my mind “She said sadly . “Bu ..but why ?,Have I done something wrong ?,You don’t love me anymore ?,You found a better guy ...,You think am not good enough..?,You ....”

She smiles, looking at me confused. “I may have not been able to move, talk or respond, but I heard, every day you and Jackson came, but mostly for what you did, it can’t have been easy, going through what you did with Jackson and still staying, but it was you broke that pulled him back.” The conversation is still in my mind, how Jackson had broken her, and it was that which made him snap back to reality and see sense. Her broken and crying. Something only the strongest submissives can do and recover from. She looks embarrassed, her face growing red at my words.

Her hands shook as she stared at the destruction of her effort, her hope, her peace— broken, just like her heart. Marissa stepped on a shard, grinding it under her heel. “Oops,” she said lightly. “Clumsy me.”