Completely Broken Novels & Stories

I snapped. “Run it again.” “System integrity compromised.” The voice stuttered. Fragments now. Breaking. “Cindy?” I said sharply. No response. Then— One final line appeared across every screen. “Inferior architecture detected.” And just like that— Everything went black. Silence The room fell into complete darkness. No systems. No control. No backup. I stood there. Still. Processing. Then— Slowly— My hand clenched into a fist. “She failed…” I muttered.

I cannot lose my focus now. Slowly, after three long, agonizing minutes, the blinding heat inside my chest began to cool, leaving behind a dull, heavy ache. The golden glow beneath my skin faded back into the darkness. I lifted my head, wiped a cold drop of sweat from my temple, and looked back at the screen. The digital vault was completely broken.

“Aria.” The word didn’t travel. It formed. between us. and that was everything. because it meant. we could still reach each other. even here. even like this. the space trembled. not collapsing. reforming. because the core was gone. the system. broken. and now—everything was rebuilding. Uncontrolled. Unstructured. dangerous. The fragments of the wolves shifted. pulled toward different directions. because nothing was holding them together anymore. “Zayden,” I said, “They’re breaking.”

Remind him of his identity. The word illegible could ever come between her and Hazel. If she could speak the word for her mother and sister, she could speak it for the child yesterday. She had said one thing even more true, sure. Faith once broken is never restored and Jazem Shah's faith was broken on Hazel.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

My dad suddenly exclaimed, springing from the couch as the alcohol bottle he held fell off his grasp, shattering on the floor. Mum broke the hug as we both shrank aside in shock, staring and wondering what was wrong. His countenance showed how extremely shocked and freaked out he was. "What?..What is..." Mum paused and gasped abruptly, with an alarming countenance. A message must have been sent through a mind link, which I haven't been given access to, since I am yet to be an official hunter. That's why I'm left in the darkness, not knowing what the hell is going on.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

His shoulder shook as he broke down crying. Michael's heart broke as he took in his broken Omega. He cursed himself for what he had just done. He hated that he scared Noah and hurt him with the Alpha command. That wasn't his intention. He never wanted to hurt Noah; he just wanted to show him he couldn't talk to him like that.