Five Years Of Broken Dreams Novel Novels & Stories

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

He had to get the rest of her, they were seventeen now and he couldn’t wait for them to turn eighteen if he could actually do the things he wanted to her. The things they dreamed about. He had studied things purposely to please his mate, along with his brother of course. Ife sat in history class distracted by her thoughts until the subject spoke of Alpha Princess Fallon from the past. This was the same person the school was named after. The more she learnt of her the weirder her dreams became, almost like she was living out her life. The most cruel one was of the little girl snatching her heart out of her chest. On the last day, everything made sense!

Our eyes meet across the ruined room for one last, painful second. I see no joy on his face. I see no peace in his eyes. He looks like a man standing alone in a graveyard he spent months building with his own hands. The doors open, and the cold night air and flashing street lights rush over me. The dream is gone. The sweet picture is broken. The man who held me in the dark has burned my world to ashes—and left me with a broken heart that will never heal again.

But it didn’t. Everything had unraveled before I could even understand what went wrong. Now, a year later, all that was left were broken memories and the shattered pieces of myself . I had tried to pick them up as best as I could, but something inside me had changed forever. The dream of what could’ve been with Romer was long gone, and I couldn't go on because I felt that I owed him an explanation. I pushed the thought aside and looked at my Dad, who was totally focused on the road.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

I accepted it without objection, for many reasons. It was horrifically painful physically and emotionally. It felt like my skin was being peeled off and my soul tossed into hell, a terrible, cold void. But once the bond was broken and the connection waned I was able to breath again, to hope for a relatively normal life somewhere in the background, not seen or heard. The intense pull, the craving for him that had existed from the time he turned 18 until the rejection became a more bearable deep ache in my chest. Time passed, there is now only the rare piercing sensation, like a thin sharp blade thrust into my heart, as a cruel reminder of that horrible time.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

I moved to another city and spent half a month trying to stitch myself back together, convincing myself I could start all over again. But the moment I stepped into the real world, I realized how broken I really was because the five years gone had stripped me of everything. From my dignity to my confidence, and even my instincts... They were all gone.

And what if he looked at me. But it has been more than five years. Five. And he kept coming back to me in his dreams. Just like today. I woke up sweaty with a fading orgasm and a blanket crumpled between my thighs. My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe smoothly. I blinked into the darkness and reached for the phone on the bedside table. It was a little past three-thirty. Well, that's fucking great. What was even better about the hair? Text by David: Are you at work tomorrow? I could stop by for lunch.

"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.