Completely Broken Novels & Stories

My eyes were irritated, but I ignored them as I sat up in the bed and looked around the room I was in, realizing it was the guest room. My heart raced as I looked at the mess in front of me. There was foam and white stuffing on the ground beside the bed. The wood frame that was once holding the bed up was now broken, and the pieces of wood were impaled in the wall. The headboard was broken in half with large slashes in it. I looked towards the door, and the door handle was still holding in the lock. But the other side of the door was broken, the hinges completely ripped from the wall. The closet door was destroyed, and the clothes were in shreds, holding onto their hangers.

The billionaire CEO was completely, utterly broken. And as I stood alone in the dark, listening to his heavy footsteps fade down the hallway, I realized I was broken, too.

He told me he loves me every much even tho am broken, be said, he will protect me and my child so I trust him. Lucas didn't say much but listened as she told her story. Am sorry you and your daughter have to go through that nightmare. Now that your reunited with your daughter Amy, she will have a fatherly and motherly love that she has been craving.

He took a deep breath and continued. "I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't."

Her eyes meet mine and says, "Jessie, before I met you, I was broken. I was a pile of broken pieces, a mess left behind when I lost my late wife nearly three years ago. "This last year I've felt those broken pieces meld together only to shatter again a couple days ago. They shattered when you and our daughters left me for an old wedding tradition. I've never felt so lost during those hours than I did growing up. "I stand before you now and vow to love you till my last breath. I know I've come close a few months ago and I'm sorry. I vow to be your strength as the days unfold, your shelter, your home. I vow to cherish every moment I can grasp," she chokes with a smile, reaching up to wipe my t

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

And I’m still doing it. Matteo stands beside me, unusually quiet. That’s how I know he’s serious. No jokes. No deflection. Just focus. “You remember how this felt last time, right,” he says. “Yes.” “And you’re still sure about this.” “No.” He nods. “Good. At least we’re being honest.” The fragment pulses weakly in front of us. Not stable. Not fully functional. But not dead either. Something in between. Something broken. Something rebuilding. And inside it—

Serene still stupidly asked, “Andrew, how is it? Can you repair it?” Repair it? Andrew’s complexion turned pale. He did not know how to answer the question. Dominic and Andrew had gotten along for a very long time, but he had never seen Andrew fail so terribly like this before. He could not help but say, “Andrew, just say whatever it is you want to say. You don’t have to stammer. We can only plan our next step after we understand the situation.” “Gah…” Andrew sighed and just said, “The system is completely ruined. I can’t repair it. You’ll have to spend some money to rebuild it again.”

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Why? You're asking me why?" Zeenah cut her off harshly too, as she cuddled the baby more to her bosom. "It's because I'm tainted; a piece of used baggage that has no value left. It's because I'm broken beyond repair and I don't think I deserve to be happy, ever..." "Enough! Please!" Samira winced at the pain in her stomach, but she quickly masked it off. "Why do you keep wishing for the worst thing ever?"

Sofia Adams - April 2012 I was in my fifth meeting when I noticed a new member of the group leaning against the wall, far away from me. I waved cheerfully at Mick as he gave me a weak smile. He looked terrible... He had deep circles under his eyes, his hair was more disheveled than usual, and his clothes were wrinkled. A thin layer of sweat dripped from his face, almost in a sickly way. All of this, combined with his downcast expression and tired posture, led me to a conclusion: Mick was going through detox.