Broken Soul Meaning Novels & Stories

he uttered in an extremely gentle voice, just like he would when we first got together. Sorrow filled my heart. I was feeling sorrowful over the humiliation I endured in the private room that day. I was sorrowful over the times I was disrespected, and over how I wasn't able to win him over even after loving him for nine years. I was sorrowful over the fact that I heard him threaten to send a video of me to my newlywed husband. Yet, I felt far less of a burden than when my sincere feelings were completely neglected. The heavens might not put the person who failed to appreciate someone else's sincerity through physical punishment, but they would make him lose his partner forever.

Why am I so utterly miserable? ​The street stretched endlessly before her, every step she took only heightening her sense of alienation and emptiness. Her tear-filled eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as she wrapped her arms around her trembling frame, trying to grant herself a false warmth. But the shivering came from within—from the deepest recess of her broken soul. She no longer knew who she was or where she belonged now that the illusion she had spent years building had shattered.

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?

"Then you are happy, and we call it in love. Got it?" Chasm nodded again. "Okay, but then you find out they didn't like you at all. They didn't love you. They lied to you, and it hurts so much you think that your heart is breaking inside your body. But it's not broken. The organ beats and all that, but with every breath you take, it hurts. Sometimes you wish you could just curl up and die." "You call this mental pain a broken heart?" "Yeah," Sloan smirked. "And the best cure is a bottle of whisky."

And then the supernatural bond rupture happened. The memories of that night still haunted me in unguarded moments. The party in full swing, music pounding, drinks flowing, laughter echoing off the high ceilings. And then the pain had hit, sudden, excruciating, like someone had reached into my chest and started tearing my soul apart piece by piece. The bond snapping, fragmenting, sending shockwaves through every fiber of my being.

“Do you even understand what that means? The consequences—” “I don’t care.” Three words. Cold. Final. Merciless. Something inside me cracked. Not just my heart. Something deeper. Something that would never be whole again. The bond, fragile and newly formed, began to tear apart. I felt it—felt every thread snap, every connection burn as it was ripped away from my soul. A scream built in my throat, but I swallowed it down. I wouldn’t give them that. I wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing me shatter completely.

I gulped and continued, "The problem must be something else." His face straightened and he looked at me in silence for a while before he stated in an even, steady voice. "A tear in the mate bond is like a spear digging into your wolf which eventually will rip your souls apart." His two hands encircled his teacup. "That is why it is called unfortunate soulmates. Honey, this is not something to take lightly." My breath hitched. My throat felt raw and tears stung behind my eyes. "Then how would rejection be an answer?"

I was a failure in every possible way, a traitor to the woman I loved and a traitor to my pack. The only thing that kept my heart beating at all was the smallest, flimsiest spark. An idea so faint and foolish that I couldn’t even let myself think it. But even in the numbed haze I stumbled through, as my pack and my life fell apart around me, it still burned with a quiet light. I knew what it felt like when a mate bond was broken by death. I’d felt it before, with Bria. Here and now, with Michaela gone, it felt…different.

The pain her heart and soul was feeling. Some things break but don't make a sound. Like her soul shattered into pieces but no one heard it. ______________________________________ Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. Spread the purple heart. 

Her broken dreams and the love that eluded her were painfully brought back to memory with every heartbeat. Her spirit seemed irreversibly damaged; it had previously been so strong and full of optimism. Her world's brilliant hues had faded to a dull gray, and the future she had previously looked forward to felt like a far-off dream. Alone to navigate the rubble of her broken existence, she was a woman adrift in a sea of grief, abandoned by the one person she had trusted with her heart.