Broken Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

"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

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.”

leanor replied. Her hands were clenched under the table, she wished she could hit the sly smile away from Erica's face. She chewed her tongue quietly to suppress her anger. She knew she needed to endure for the sake of her son. Erica looked at her in surprise. Was Leanor really not hurt? Her face looked very beautiful and fair, she wore a black retro suit. Erica gritted her teeth at how beautiful Leanor looks, after what happened four years ago, Leanor should have been broken and not able to pick her life back.

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.

I froze. She opened her eyes. Her eyes were darker than before, "I can't. We can't." She said and pushed me a little far. Confused— I looked at her, "Why?" Good moments don't last forever. Not with me. "I'm with Marcus. I can't do this to him." She looked down. I ran my hands through my hair frustratedly, "Yeah, I know." She looked at me thankfully. There was lightning. I looked up and now heard the ear-piercing sound.

She reacted to the video with the emoji of a middle finger raised in the air, as if to say fuck you! When Tessa Walker first broke up with me back at Toland High School, I promised myself I would make her pay, and regret ever leaving me for a random new guy who had joined Toland High just days earlier. Now I was hearing that they had broken up and that she was coming to Elitis High, perhaps to reclaim what she had once thrown away. My eyes darted to a figure standing beside me. “So it was you,” she said with teary eyes. “You’re behind this,” she whispered.

CRACK, SHATTER She pulled away from him, breaking out of his grip, tears streaming down her face and looked behind her, seeing the mug broken into small pieces. “Awe look what you did, you broke it,” Fress taunted, smiling at her, “Well at least Beau won't receive such a cheap present from a woman who claims to love him so much.” She looked back at him, smacking him across the face, and pushed him out of the way, covering her mouth with the back of her hand. She walked towards the elevator, her mind in a lost daze. “What's wrong,” He mocked, “I thought you were going to wait for Beau? Don't you want to tell him everything… I'm sure he'll want to know.”

She squeezed my fingers and rub her thumb on my hand. "how about you?" I asked. But then, I want to make a wild guess. "let me guess, quality time?" I asked. She nodded and excitedly squeezed my hand again. "you know me so well" she said. A silence hugged us for a moment but then she talked again. I love how she knows how to break an ice since I don't clearly know what to say. "love, you already know that I'm so broken and have gone through all those problems" she started.