Broken Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

"I won't be around to look after you anymore. Take care of yourself. Your back acts up when it rains, so remember to apply a hot compress when it happens. You always suffer from migraines too. Don't forget to keep your medication by your bedside…" I replied with a message I had prepared long ago. There was no reply from her for a long while. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the kindness I had once shown her. I didn't think much of it. After getting home and taking a shower, I went straight to bed. When I checked my phone the next morning, I realized that Vivian had sent me a text in the middle of the night. "I was the one who failed you. If I were given a second chance, I'd marry you. But I

It didn't make sense, yet it hurt. She shook her head, stepped back. "No. You don't get to say that." Kc ground his teeth. "It's the truth." "You destroyed me," she whispered, shaking. "You broke me." He didn't argue. Didn't attempt to charm the truth out of her. Instead, he leaned toward her—sluggishly, warily, as if she would shatter on him once again. But she edged back. Because she was shattered. Because some breaks were never designed to mend.

But not a drop fell from it. 'Did I drink all of these?' She sighed and the next moment, she threw the bottle to the ground heavily. It crashed and broke into pieces. She looked at the shattered fragments and smiled, her expression filled with melancholy. Her heart was also in a similar condition, broken and shattered. A tear fell from her eyes before more droplets followed suit. In no time, she started to cry loudly, her wails echoing through the silent road. But a second later, she started to laugh like a maniac.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

"It's all your fault! You ruined everything for me! I got kicked out of the Smith family because of you! I lost my baby, I lost everything! Andrew hates me because of you. I want you dead!" The car was almost on top of me. Then, out of nowhere, someone shoved me hard out of the way. It was Jack. I hit the ground, unharmed. Jack, however, was not so lucky. His arm was broken. Sheila was arrested on the spot for attempted murder. Only then did I learn what had happened after everything.

she says simply “Oh whatever, I have never argued that,” I whisper, bending another finger back slowly, enjoying the way that she squeezes her face. I anticipate the inevitable, brain warming pop. I love the way she tightens her jaw, but the sound that pop is made, a sound slips out. It is muffled, a groan that tells me that Just as I am breaking her fingers, I am breaking her spirit. “See, this is what I love doing. I think I am breaking you…”

“Yeah. Somehow, you fixed it.” Her hands trembled harder. Her lips parted, but no words came. Her breath shook, ragged. Her chest tightened until it hurt. No. That’s not right. That’s not how this works. Nothing ever gets better. I break things. I ruin things. Why isn’t it broken? Her fingers clenched, pulling the blanket tighter against her chest until the fabric bit her skin. Her vision blurred, something hot stinging behind her eyes, no, no not this, not here, not in front of them. And then it cracked.

“You knew. You planned this. Why?” Her eyes glimmered in the low light, not with shame but with a strange pleasure. “Because you were weak. Because she would have ruined everything we built. I saved you.” “You saved me by replacing the woman I loved with a stranger?” His voice rose until it cracked. “By letting me touch, trust, confide in a liar?” Her lips curved slightly, as if she was the one who’d been hurt. “You were always too sentimental, Henry. Sentiment is a tool. I took it away before it destroyed you.”