Broken Things Jodi Picoult Novels & Stories

As I tried to move it, to watch the writing on it, the mug slipped from my hand accidentally and smashed to pieces on the ground. For a few moments, I could only stare between my mother's name on the chit and the broken glass shards; until I managed to grab a hold of myself and started cleaning up the mess. A realisation burning in the back of my mind, as I gathered the broken pieces. Sometimes, all that's left for us to do, is collect the broken pieces. Because like things; relationships once broken can never be completely put back together in the same way, no matter what. ———————-

She felt sixteen again, barefoot in that shelter, a paper bead bracelet on her wrist, and a secret in her chest that she thought would kill her if spoken aloud. Then she saw Marla’s smile in her mind. And River’s hands building bookshelves. And her own feet walking into a world she was told she’d never survive. She breathed in. And began. “There was a night I thought would be my last,” she said. “A night where I left a hotel room, pregnant, invisible, and convinced no one would ever care. But here’s the thing about brokenness. It doesn’t mean you’re done. It means you’re in process.

Everyone in the pack thought I was a gold digger. I was an outsider wolf with no family, yet Alpha Adrian had chosen me as his mate. His parents, friends, and even the elders insisted I wanted only his fortune and the title of Luna. Adrian alone believed me. Then, on the night of our mating ceremony, I asked him to lend me three hundred thousand dollars. From that night on, he was convinced I was vain and greedy, that the only thing I loved about him was the wealth he possessed as Alpha. When I begged him to attend my father's funeral, he sent me money. Six months ago, when I was diagnosed with wolfsoul degeneration, he believed I was just looking for an excuse to get money. The last time h

She didn’t answer, but the bond surged violently, as if she were screaming inside my chest. I dropped beside her, my knees hitting stone. The sight of her injuries shattered something in me I didn’t know could still break. Her once pale skin, now beneath the soot, lips cracked, breaths shallow and uneven. Blood stained the ground beneath her, dark and frighteningly still. I turned to the beam. It was massive. Reinforced. Twisted from the explosion and wedged deep into the rubble above. Impossible. I wrapped my hands around the jagged metal anyway.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

My body aches, but nothing hurts as much as the emptiness growing inside my chest. I shuffle forward and kneel next to the frame, reaching for one of the wooden slats that once supported the mattress. I try to wedge it back into place, but the other side is cracked, and the bracket it belongs to has been ripped straight from the joint. I try again. It doesn’t fit. Nothing fits. He broke it beyond repair. My hands fall to my lap. I stare at the wreckage, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe. Then it all hits at once.

What secrets I don’t know, but she is. A broken person can always tell when someone else is broken. I am broken, and I can see it in her, too. The only reason I know her name is by accident. I heard one of her friends call for her. Gracie will see me sooner than she thinks. After being lost in my thoughts for a while, I head inside. “Hello, son. Did you have a good night? Did you stay out of trouble?” my mom asks, raising her brow at me.

‘That’s not our Bobbie. ‘You changed.’ ‘Slut.’ ‘Dirty.’ ‘Whore.’ My hand found anything I could grab on to. The soap holder is the closest one to me. I slammed it on the mirror, creating an ugly web like a crack on it. The image of the girl shattered as well. All angles show a different view of her sorrowful face, but she still remained there. Just broken. I did it again and again until the mirror was no more but tiny shards of glass. But why do I still see the broken girl even if the mirror is not there anymore?

You've survived worse than this. And I had. That was the thing people like Killian Jnr never understood. Breaking me wasn't the end of my story. It was just the ugliest chapter. I'd kept going. I'd crawled when I couldn't walk. I'd worked jobs that made my back ache and my dignity buckle. I'd built something small and fragile and entirely mine from the wreckage he left behind. And I would not — I repeat‚ I would not — let the sight of him take that from me.

She's been abandoned by her mother again and again and that just made her feel so numb. She somehow managed to be beyond broken. No, she's whatever that is below broken. Her armour that has been protecting her for years is on pieces and the pieces now lay scattered around the room. There is no way a perfect alpha and man would choose to deal with this much brokenness. So, in conclusion this is how it ends. This is the end of their love story, the end of his Axx and her Noah... It even hurts more just thinking about it. "Baby..."