Fix Me Im Broken Novels & Stories

Comforting, in a weird way. I took one last look in the mirror. “I’m not broken,” I said softly. “Not anymore.”

The dog, Maverick A bright smile takes over my face as I laugh out loud. The words about someone being able to love me sinks in, and tears fill my eyes. “How can someone love me when I have been broken for so long?” I tell myself aloud. I push the thought to the back of my mind and proceed to get dressed. Once I finish, I look in the mirror. I almost feel human if I was actually human. I fluff my hair for some volume and pinch my cheeks for some color since I didn’t bring any makeup. Satisfied with my look, I turned on my heels and headed for the dining room.

"you can't fix me." "I don't want to fix you, Luna. You don't need fixing." Spike's words cut through me like a knife, his sincerity and care breaking down the walls I had built around myself. But the pain was still too raw, too deep for me to let go of so easily. "I can't," I repeated, my voice breaking with emotion. I could feel the tears growing in my eyes, threatening to come out as I tried my hardest to keep them at bay. "I'm broken beyond repair."

I could feel my broken heart struggling to beat in its regular state and my already broken wolf struggling to maintain its sanity as the sense of failure and familiarity overwhelmed my whole being. " Thirty , two ,five ,eight ,three ,six ,one," The emotions seemed so familiar and the pain felt like an old friend but I ignored it. I took a deep breath in and brought myself back to my sanity. This was not the time to have a mental breakdown but a time for action. I had to get them the hell out of here and get them some medical assistance as soon as possible. "Seven ,twelve ,four ,eight , three ,one ,six,"

"But that doesn’t change the rules here." Before I could respond, the guards moved to remove me forcibly from the premises. I braced myself for confrontation, but just as they laid hands on me, a familiar voice intervened: "Wait!" Hi everyone, I want to sincerely apologize for a mistake in one of the recently uploaded chapters. An AI-generated draft was mistakenly submitted instead of my properly revised version. That was completely unintentional, and I take full responsibility for it. The chapter will be corrected and updated as soon as possible. Thank you for your patience and for always supporting my work. 💛

“Whatever’s eating you, fix it before it kills you. Because the next time you lose focus in a real fight, you won’t wake up.” He walked away, leaving me in the dim light of the training yard. My breath came out ragged, my pulse wild. I threw the blade into the ground, the metal sinking into the dirt with a dull thud. And then I sank down beside it. The smell of soil, sweat, and iron filled my lungs — grounding and suffocating at the same time. I pressed a hand over my face and let the silence swallow me. I’d broken things today. Again. Julie’s pride. Nalini’s peace. My own restraint.

“He’d probably hate seeing you like this, you know.” “Probably,” I said, wiping a tear that slipped out anyway. Did he really hate how miserable I was now? No….he must be thinking I deserved it, and I really did. Mia gave a little half-smile. “Then we’ll fix it.” “Fix what?” “You.” I scoffed quietly. “I’m not broken.” She tilted her head. “No. Just cracked a little.” I wanted to argue, but I didn’t have the strength. Instead, I sat beside her, curling my fingers around the glass for warmth.

“You are not losing it. You are not alone. I’m here. I’m real. And we’ll get through this.” He shakes his head, the tears still falling. “You can’t fix me, Esmarie. I’m broken. I’m so broken. You’re not even here.” “You’re not broken,” I insist, my hands trembling slightly as I hold his face. “You’re struggling. And that’s okay. But you’re not broken. You’re not beyond help. You just…you need support. And I’m here to give it to you.”

I turn to look at him and I remember the Sterling I fell in love with. He’s the same person standing here today, I just know his flaws now. ..... Gosh, he looks so broken. Well, I am too. He broke me. But broken pieces can be glued together again, right? I’m willing. I’m willing to glue the broken pieces. “Wesley, please give us the room.” I say formally. “You got to be kidding me.” Wesley says in frustration.

‘He has no right,’ Lila snarled. I pushed back hard, severing the link cleanly and decisively. The silence afterward was abrupt and blessed. I leaned against the counter, shaking, forcing myself to breathe. Rowan’s scent lingered faintly in the hall beyond the door. Steady. Contained. Never invasive. And for the first time, I let myself think the thought all the way through. Maybe the bond that broke me was never my true fate. Maybe it had only cleared the way