Broken Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

Now she had her answer. Our eyes locked, and something deep inside me cracked, broke, snapped beyond repair. “Now,” she whispered, as if satisfied, “we’re making progress.”

She had never thought of love and marriage, and he was the one who gave her the courage to love, but in the end, he was the one who dealt the most fatal blow to her. The words ‘break up’ hurt her so much that she did not even want him to stay. As her dress was too long and her energy was too low, she did not notice a small pothole in front of her as soon as she left the building. She twisted her ankle and fell heavily to the ground. She did not even have the strength to get up as she had used up all her energy to feign calmness in front of him. She simply sat there with her head lowered as she cried.

, she whispers. "For what?" I cackle, nuzzling her hair. "For tolerating my shit every time. For dealing with the mess of my life. I know you don't like it when I say all this. But I can't help it. I ruined our night. Just for my issues. My sorrows. And it's not the first time. I have broken your heart again and again. Just because I'm broken"

“It was never enough to make you love me the way I loved you.” I opened my mouth but nothing came out. Because I knew deep down that I couldn't argue with that. She was looking at me again now, like she wanted me to understand just how much I had wrecked her. “And still, you looked at her.” My chest tightened. “You held her.” Her voice was shaking now, but she pushed through. “You chose her.” And that was when she broke, completely. “You broke me, Leonard.” Her voice cracked so hard on my name, it nearly tore me in half.

she went on, her voice cracking into pieces, “looking at the man who killed her! I wouldn’t have to… to live with you! To be tied to you!” Her knees seemed to weaken, her body swaying slightly under the weight of her own emotions. “Or worse…” she whispered, her voice barely audible now. “To be mated to you.” That was the one that did it. Not the accusations. Not the anger. That. Something inside me shattered so completely I wasn’t sure it could ever be put back together. She broke. Right in front of me. Her body folded in on itself as sobs tore through her, uncontrollable, violent. The file slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a dull thud, papers scattering across the ground…but sh

“Tomorrow, we try the acid.” My breath caught. My eyes fluttered, but I held onto consciousness by a thread. She leaned down one last time, voice low and poisonous. “When you break—and you will—I’ll be the one holding your hand while you beg.” And then she turned. Her heels echoed again as she walked out the door. The lock clicked behind her. And I was alone again. But not broken. Tears filled my eyes—not from pain, but fury. Every part of me ached. Blood soaked the floor beneath me.

She hated that those memories still made her heart ache. “You broke me,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “And you keep breaking me.” Adrian’s hand lifted slowly, almost tenderly, and for a heartbeat, she thought he might wipe her tears. But instead, he cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “No,” he said softly, darkly. “I’m the only one holding you together.” Something inside her snapped. With a surge of fury, she shoved him back, breaking free from his grip. “You’re delusional! You think you can control everything, but you can’t control me anymore.”

Anne's head was rested on her palm as she stared at the water like she was thinking of something, there was a crate of beer beside her, one bottle was opened and three bottles were empty already, she's probably drunk. "Hi, "I said as I sat beside her on the bench. "Tomorrow's their third year anniversary, "she slurred. She was totally drunk, it was like something was bothering her. "And I feel they died because of me, I wasn't persistent enough. I could've stopped them from going out because of the snow, "she started crying and hugged me. "Everything's going to be fine it's not your fault, "I tried consoling her as she kept bawling her eyes out. "You can talk to me about it. "

“Actually, she’s…..my ex-wife.” Natasha’s hand froze. “Oh…..wow. Hmm, okay.” She quickly dropped the picture back on the table. “Right, sorry.” She cleared her throat. “Very sorry.” “Right.” Natasha looked away, feeling awkward. She was such an idiot. She couldn’t believe she just dawned all over Malcolm’s ex-wife in his presence! Why was she such an idiot? Glancing at Malcolm, she wondered why they broke up. She could see them now – The famous billionaire and the famous actress, standing side by side, looking happy in love, and even though she felt a stab of jealousy at the thought, she could still see why they would fit each other so much. So, why did they break up?

She cried her heart out. "Give me a chance. I'll get a divorce, and then we can be together forever! I swear you'll be the only one I care about! Just let me live, please!" I stared at her. She disgusted me. My lips curled into a sneer. "Love?" I slammed my foot into her, and she tumbled backward. "You suddenly had an epiphany when your life is over? Please, I don't need your pathetic love. I can have any woman I want!"