Broken Strings Book Novels & Stories

I think I am broken. -----------

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 didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

Jasmine said closing the door. "What book?" "My advice book. It contains everything. From fashion to relationship to bedroom advice. And from experience, I know it works because I've tried almost half of what is written in there" Alexis scowled at her. "Jesus, you and mom think alike. If I didn't know you were related to dad, I'd say you're her relative" She beamed "I'll take that as a compliment." then she rushed towards her bedroom to get the book. Shaking her head she went to see Vince.

Now Steve wants to take advantage of my weakness. “I think I should tell him, and if he chooses to love me for who I am, fine,” I said and paused for a minute, when a voice said in my head, “He doesn’t love you, he’s just helping you out of pity.” I swallowed hard. That was harsh, but it was a reality. I grabbed my phone again to look at my face on the screen. Underneath my eyes was swollen. My face was bruised and swollen too from Liana’s punches. “I think I’ve heard enough,” I muttered as I made my way out of the library.

“I didn’t know it was possible to love this much. It makes everything feel louder, brighter, and scarier too.” She wraps her arms around me and holds on tight. “That’s what love does. It opens you up. Makes you brave and vulnerable all at once. But I’d rather you feel all of this than walk through life numb.” “I used to think I was broken,” I whisper. “Before I met them. Before I understood what I was. I always felt I was different, that I didn’t really fit. But now… now I feel more whole than I ever have.” Mum presses a kiss to my head. “You were never broken. You just hadn’t found the ones who could see all your pieces and love you harder because of them.”

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

Stretching out her hand, she started turning the pages. Her breath halted. What she witnessed caused her blood to chill. Page after page, report after report, the reality unfolded in front of her, and it was clear to her that the company was falling apart, struggling under financial pressure. Contracts were collapsing, one after the other, slipping from Andrew's control like grains of sand. Workers were being released, their futures unclear as Blackwood Enterprises fought to survive. Everything in those documents felt like treading on a razor's blade, with the company's future precariously poised. Blackwood Enterprises, previously flourishing, now teetered on the brink of failure, leaving An

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.