Built From Broken Novels & Stories

The silence that followed was unbearable. Then I snapped. “Why the hell can’t anything go right for us?” I shouted, my voice echoing through the room. “Why does everything fall apart the moment we think we’ve won?” My father rubbed his face tiredly, looking older than he had ever been. “The compensation funds will not last,” he said quietly. “Soon… we will have nothing left.” The weight of his words crushed whatever was left of my composure. Before I could respond, the door burst open.

"You can't protect them from the past by working yourself to death. You can't build a future on an unstable foundation. The foundation is cracked. Damaged. You need to repair it before you build anything else on it." "The foundation is fine." "Lucian Blackwood, I changed your diapers. I taught you to read. I held you when your father died. I've known you for thirty-four years. Don't lie to me. You're not fine. You're terrified. You almost lost her. Almost lost everything. And you're convinced if you stop moving, if you stop building, if you stop working, it'll all fall apart. Again." Silence. Heavy. True. "What if it does fall apart? What if we talk about it and it makes it worse? What if ac

It felt so heavy, and crushing. People were going to expect us to rebuild, to somehow manage and put all of this back together. But really how do you start rebuilding an entire thing that’s been completely destroyed? How do we fix what was broken. “We definitely have to rebuild,” I said again, though the words felt hollow in my mouth. Rebuild what, exactly? The kingdom was shattered, the people broken and our hearts were broken . They will never be the same again.

Too fragile. But it was there, pulsing beneath the surface, waiting for one of us to be brave enough to name it. For now, though, we stayed wrapped up in each other. Two broken people trying to build something whole. Too much, too fast—but maybe that’s exactly what we needed.

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Had been wrong about the picture in every significant way. He looked at the four names.He had options.He always had options. That was the thing about having built as long and as carefully as he had. Even when the specific structure collapsed the knowledge of how to build remained.He could rebuild.Smaller. More certain. From a base that couldn't be compromised the way this one had been.Or.He looked at the city.