Broken Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

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!"

Chapter 11 "I'm a broken woman, Michael. There's nothing to like about me." Suzanne replied, look away. "Everyone is broken in their own way, Suzanne. You're not the first to be broken, and won't be the last." Michael replied casually. "If you're going to support me just because you're beginning to fall for me..."

Something that reached straight into my chest Into the bond The broken pieces of it I gasped. “You feel that?” she whispered. I couldn’t speak. Because I did. Every fracture. Every crack. Every piece of me that was still… incomplete. “You can’t save him,” she said softly. My vision blurred. “Because you’re still broken too.” “No…” I forced out, shaking my head. “You’re divided,” she continued. “Light and dark. Love and power. You hesitate.” Her grip tightened. “And hesitation…”

she hissed and walked out, leaving me speechless. I stared at her retreating figure in disbelief, anger swirling in my chest, slowly I clenched my fist, and kicked the glass on the mini table, breaking it into a million pieces

My voice shook as I spat, "You even went after the only thing my mother left me. Yet, you're trying to accuse me of playing with your feelings? Do you even have those, you heartless bastard?" Preston's bravado vanished the second I brought the bracelet up. His eyes flickered away from mine. Although I could tell that he was unwilling to accept his defeat, he did not dare argue after meeting Nathaniel's cold gaze. Unfortunately, Mia had no idea when to stop. "I can't believe that the Whitmore heiress is walking around with a fake emerald bracelet," she sneered. "No wonder the Whitmores threw you out—" Before she could finish, I used every bit of strength I had to slap her across the face. 'Ho

But fractured. The Echo of Others At first, the awareness was exhilarating. She could feel Ronan’s steadiness like an anchor beneath her feet, his measured patience threading through her thoughts when she wavered. His pride—once distant and private—now brushed against her like the touch of warm sunlight on a cold morning. When he looked at her and offered thanks, she didn’t just hear his voice. She felt his sincerity—deep, resonant, unwavering. It moved through her as surely as her own heartbeat.

Due to the shortness of her nightgown, her slender body and long thighs are noticeable. She narrowed her eyes when she saw me. "I thought you two already broke up?" One of her eyebrows rose while looking at me. Wright removed my hand from his arm and walked towards her. He wraps his hand around the woman's waist. I felt my heart broke into pieces. My eyes could stop the tears from flowing. My lips opened a little and a sobbed escape from it. "Yes, but she kept on coming back. I don't know how to make him stop from coming here." Wright kissed her forehead, the woman smiled.