Completely Broken Mga Nobela at Kwento

And Sara’s right arm was wrapped in gauze covering some other, unknown wound. Taking in the picture of his sweet, innocent niece, lying there, unmoving, was more than Johnny could handle. With a wrenching sob, a damn broke inside of him as he sank to his knees in tears. Johnny was beyond words, beyond grief, all he could think was that he had somehow let this happen.

"That's how you build a real bond." Between my recovery and round-the-clock feedings, my body was completely hollowed out. The baby cried nonstop, and my hair came out in clumps. For an entire month, I teetered on the edge of a breakdown. Fiona even sent taunting messages. [Tessa, so what if you married Jasper? The one he really loves has always been me.] She had attached a video of the two of them tangled together. The video was filled with his heavy breathing and her soft moans. The sounds were unmistakable.

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

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'm so sorry." Because I'd failed already, and I had no idea how to fix this. No idea how to survive this. I just knew that Damien Cross had broken me. And I didn't know if I'd ever be whole again.

"I'm so sorry, William! I didn't mean to! I just... I was just so hungry. The pork smelled amazing, and I lost my grip." "System crash! "Elegant Socialite" module has been completely destroyed! Data unreadable!" "Warning! William's "She's Refreshingly Genuine" filter has suffered catastrophic collapse! All affection points have been reset to zero! Negative values have been detected!" "Emergency notice! All four male leads' affection sources have been contaminated! The system is unable to extract any usable charm value! The transfer channel is completely blocked!" William's phone rang right on cue. His hand trembled as he answered it.

My cock hardened as I typed out each command, picturing him clearly, his body open, exposed, waiting for me. Then, all of a sudden, my laptop slipped from the desk. I didn’t know how and I definitely didn’t see it coming because one second, his message lit up the screen, “Please, Sir, use me” and the next, everything went black, my screen had broken. I was shocked to my bones, my heart pounding as I stared at the floor, the laptop lying there, cracked open like something broken beyond repair. “Shit…” I grabbed it quickly and rushed downtown to the nearest repair shop. The guy behind the counter examined it, poking at the edges and turning it over in his hands, then he shook his head slowly.

If I was patient enough, perhaps both at once. The pen kept tapping its rhythm on the glass. Then the crack — the one I had nearly forgotten about — split suddenly outward like a spider’s web, and the entire left side of the desktop broke free from the frame and dropped to the floor in a cascade of glass. My laptop teetered on the jagged edge for a moment before following. Shawn looked at the wreckage with wide eyes. “Oh shit,” he said, and laughed. “That’s bad.” F**king moron.

"I don't know. Would it be enough for you?" "I don't know either. But it might be better than this emptiness." She turned to face me. "Adam, I'm broken. Fundamentally broken. And I don't think I can be fixed. So maybe I need to learn to be broken differently. In a way that's less damaging to everyone around me." "You're not damaging us."

Cold. Still. Wrong. Nothing. No reaction. No flinch. No warmth. Just— absence. Something inside me shatters. Completely. “Come back,” I whisper. Nothing. “Maria, come back.” Still nothing. “Come back!” My voice breaks. Loud. Raw. Uncontrolled. The room goes silent. Even Adrian stops talking. Because this— This is what breaking sounds like. “She’s gone,” he says quietly. I freeze. “No.” “Yes.” “No.”