Broken Things Jodi Picoult Novels & Stories

I would have died a thousand times just for her safety. And lastly, Nico took away my dignity and my power of choice. Even now, the showers and molting hot baths don't wash away the feeling of his hands on me. I have come to terms that I was broken, and I wasn't sure I had room left in the pile of shattered Paisley pieces for love anymore. “Mommy?” Zadie shouted through the door. I opened the door. “Yes, sweetheart?” “I'm ready.” “Okay, I'll be down in a minute. Eat some breakfast,” I told her and smiled at her as she skipped away down the hall.

The water sloshed, wetting my hand. The glass slipped from my hold. The sound of the broken glass penetrated our ears. I peered at the broken shards and realized it was like my relationship with Noah. It was broken and can never be fixed.

Damn, she's really losing it Cross should get a restraining order This is what happens when girls get obsessed I close the app before I can read more. But the damage is done. Now everyone knows Jules waited for me, confronted me, screamed at me in public. Now everyone knows she's broken. And I'm the one who broke her. My wrapped hand throbs. I unwrap it carefully, examining the cuts in the dim light from my phone. They're not deep, just painful. Nothing compared to what I did to her. The thought keeps circling. No matter how I try to justify my choices—protecting my scholarship, maintaining team unity, giving her a chance to move on—it always comes back to the same truth.

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

(Her POV, with limited His POV) It doesn’t break loudly. That’s what surprises everyone. There’s no explosion, no dramatic exit, no message that begins with We need to talk. What breaks does so quietly—through accumulation. A decision made too fast. An assumption left unexamined. A tension noticed but not named soon enough. By the time anyone realizes something is wrong, the fracture has already traveled. I hear about it secondhand. Not through urgency—but confusion. A message comes in late one evening.

A silence followed. Then Fabian looked at her carefully. “I’m trying to understand when I became this person.” Claire crossed her arms lightly against the cold breeze. “You didn’t become this person overnight.” Fabian’s jaw tightened. She was right. Neglect happened slowly. One ignored feeling at a time. One broken promise at a time. One moment of choosing someone else repeatedly until it became habit. Claire studied him quietly. For the first time since their separation— Fabian looked emotionally stripped bare.

#Dorothy’s POV# They say a person can only take so much before breaking. But what if you already broke a long time ago and just didn’t realize it until everything else around you shattered too? This is me now. A walking bruise. A scooped-out vessel. If you crack me open, there’s nothing inside but echoes.

She wants to go back and scold her friends, but she stops herself. “Ly, you never had a girlfriend too after you broke up with Jada right?” Honey asked. “Yeah, she never had a girlfriend but she got spare tires. Even when he was with Jada, he cheats on her,” Bambi sneered and Kobe shut him up. Bambi’s savage! He really doesn’t know when to shut his mouth. Jada can only shake her head as she listens to their conversation. Though Jada’s arm was already feeling numb, she still can’t let go of the door. As they continued gossiping, she continued listening.

I stood there shocked with my jaw hanging open, staring at the dead bodies that were impaled by Reid's ice. I knew he was strong, but it was that moment that I knew he was going to be the most powerful alpha there ever was. I knew he was destined for great things and I can't wait to see it. The end. **** Yes, the book is over, but the story is not. Aiden and Thaddeus, along with their children, their story continues in “A Broken Alpha” series. Noah and Michael, their story is just beginning. Their story continues throughout the series.