Broken Things Kasumi Novels & Stories

“What if I’m too broken to be whole again?” Ramon steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he’s approaching a wounded animal. “You’re not broken, Jasmine,” he says again, his voice steady. “And even if you were, I’d piece you back together. Every shard, every fragment. I’d make you whole.”

Then, Kim Jisung flew back like a broken sack, with his right leg having become V-shaped. Qin Haodong shook his head. The first level of Covert Power was no match for the sixth level of Covert Power. There was no doubt about this competition, but Mitsui Ina was really ruthless. He purposefully broke Kim Jisung's leg. "Brother!" Seeing Kim Jisung was injured, Kim Jihyun quickly ran over and helped him stand up from the ground. Zhou Tao, who had just gotten out of the ring, said, "Boss, I'll go teach this guy a lesson!"

Jaymianne asked her secretary whilst placing another tea. Cheslea crouched beside her and held her hands. She smiled, reassuring that her boss deserved everything accomplished in her life. "What makes you think that?" "I don't have siblings and my parents died leaving the bankrupt company to me. My life has become a mess ever since I met that man." "You deserve everything, Jayme. The money that passed to you and the company you restored. We don't have much staff but we still operate because of the clients who trusted you so don't think that you aren't worthy of your achievements."

The bullet misses the clone and hits one of his men. He seems confused and just a bit panicked now. I ran over to him jumping over a couple soldiers on my way . I grab his gun with my whip and with some effort I pull it away from him. I get up close and he tries to punch me but I push it away. “This belongs to me.” I say as I snatch the locket from him. He realizes who I am just a bit too late as I pull my arm back in a fist punching him right in the jaw. I know I broke it from the sound and feel of it. His head spins around and he lands on the floor. I warp out and my clones disappear back into me with 5 seconds to spare.

Something—someone—was fighting inside him. Lyra took a trembling step closer. “You were manipulated. You were broken. But I forgave you. You forgave me. We rebuilt from ashes. We can do it again.” Killian’s hands trembled at his sides. Celeste shrieked. “No!” She tried to reassert control, surging forward with her own shadow magic—but Seren tackled her from behind, driving a dagger of silverthorn into her side. “I’m not losing anyone else to you,” Seren growled.

A few steps further from the living room led me to my dimly lit room. I dropped my suit on the sofa close to the king sized bed, unbuttoning my shirt in preparation for a cool bath. I was almost done with my buttons until I heard the shattering of glass. After liars, I hated clumsiness and my workers were quite aware. As I turned around with furrowed brows, my lips parted in surprise. It wasn't any of my workers. It was Georgia. During the period of realization, she pushed down another vase, staggering her way inside the room.

They stripped her of the last valuables she had, broke her legs, and left her bleeding in the street. She ended up in a shelter, half-mad, mumbling nonsense day and night. "Camilla, mi dispiace…" "Matteo, aiutami…" But no one was coming for her. Matteo never remarried. He never returned to business either. He bought the stretch of coastline I loved most and built a small house there. He lived by the sea, quiet, alone. He learned to cook my favorite spaghetti alla Napoletana. Every time he finished, he plated an extra serving and set it across the table, as if I were still sitting there, eating with him.

she was giving kal, Alexander, and Kyle a run for their money crawling all over the place. after a couple of hours, the doctors came to talk to us. Kane had a few broken ribs but was going to be just fine, nothing too serious. his lungs were not punctured. Kade, on the other hand, had a severe concussion and swelling on his brain. apparently, he was hit pretty hard in the head. we told the Doctors they were jumped getting baby stuff by a group of men they didn't see coming.

Please, you have to help me! Right. He was the new host. A pity the host had only one fate lying in wait if they didn't cut the connection before the disease transfer. Death. I nonchalantly gave him an answer that would push him into despair. 'This is how Yvonne heals her patients. I thought you knew.' Then, I sent him a smiling emoji. 'Thanks for your sacrifice.' After that, I snapped my SIM card and threw it into the trash. … The day I came back, the airport lounge's TV was airing news about Yvonne.

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”