Built From Broken Novels & Stories

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

He rolls his eyes jokingly at me, and I scoff. "Whatever!" I scoff. "Philip told me that the final testing should be soon, I think in a few days. I will meet the board of directors for their signature after everything is ready. The site manager also told me that everything is intact now. Gosh! I can't believe it took them a whole two years to build a standard hospital. They are lazy," He shakes his head.

Something containable. Tomorrow they scout. Tomorrow they solve the impossible by breaking it into ugly, heavy, movable pieces. Tomorrow they build.

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging

"That's what matters." "It's not enough to build a beautiful building if the kids who need it most still can't actually walk through the door," Elena said, frustration edging into her voice. "I keep thinking about how close I came to losing everything over money I didn't even owe. Marisol's family is losing something real — her whole future in that studio — over bus fare." "Then we fix it," Adrian said simply. "Talk to Priya tomorrow. Restructure the fund. However much it costs."

And trust, once broken, was nearly impossible to rebuild. Even with all the right actions. Even with all the sober days. Even with all the hope in the world.

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?

" I do not know how. Do not know what to do. Do not know how to fix what I just broke. All I know is that I just lost her. And this time it might be permanent.

It was, I was beginning to understand, a structure, and like all structures it was made of many parts, and some of the parts could be damaged without the whole thing collapsing, and some could not. The part that had been damaged was the part that said: we build together. The part that said: when something arrives that changes the shape of what we are making, we look at it together. The part that said: I trust you with the hard things, not just the easy ones. That part was cracked. Not broken. Cracked. A crack is not a collapse. A crack is a warning about where the weight is being carried wrong.