Fixing Broken Novels & Stories

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

--- More cracks spreading outward from the core itself. “It’s making it worse,” he said. --- A pause. --- “The more it tries to fix it… the more it breaks.” --- Elena nodded. --- “Yes.” --- Because the system— --- Could not adapt to this. --- Could not correct its own foundation collapsing. --- Another rupture— --- Deeper this time. --- The core flickered— --- Not stable. --- Not consistent. --- The lines of its structure misaligning— --- Shifting unpredictably. --- The very logic that held everything together—

Furious, Jessica hurled her wine glass hard against the door. The sharp sound of shattering glass rang out behind me, but I didn't look back. … It was already dark by the time I got home. I finished showering and headed straight to bed. Suddenly, Jessica kicked the door open and yanked me upright. "Cole has an upset stomach from the lobster. Go get medicine!" I frowned as I opened my eyes, holding out my hand. "Give me back the signet ring, and I'll go." "What ring?" Jessica waved me off impatiently. "Just go get the medicine first. I'll give it back to you after that. And we'll count this as the hundredth time we've gotten back together."

Reality cracked around us like broken glass. My newborn daughter sat in my arms, eyes ancient and powerful, rewriting the very fabric of existence. "Stop!" I shouted. "Whatever you're doing, stop!" She looked at me. Those impossibly old eyes in a baby's face. "I'm fixing it, Mother. Fixing what's been broken for millennia." "Fixing what?" "The mate bond system." She waved her tiny hand. More cracks appeared. "It's flawed. Controlling. I'm making it better."

it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

Elara Hart is the Infernal Pack’s omega, the girl everyone pushes around and the laughingstock of a pack that has never shown her an ounce of respect. For years, she has been hopelessly in love with Kevin Blackwood, the District Alpha’s son and the boy she’s given her all since childhood.On the night of Kevin’s initiation as the new District Alpha, Elara expects her life to finally change. Instead, it shatters.Standing before the entire pack, Kevin announces Mira Clark as his mate. As cameras flash and laughter erupts around her, Elara watches the last pieces of her dignity crumble. Humiliated, rejected, and betrayed, she finally realizes a painful truth:She has spent her entire life begging

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

So yes, of course, Brody was mad, and yes he was not sure how he was going to live knowing that the only man he ever loved had severed the ties between them. "You know you're right, but I don't know how to fix it. And I love you too Callie, hurting you had never been my intention. So, I don't understand what you're trying to say here." "I'm saying go to him. Fix things. I know what I'm saying must be weird in your mind, but Brody, I feel bad for putting you in this position as is." "You mean..." "Yeah, exactly that. Go to him. We'll still be engaged. For now. We'll figure out what's going to happen later."

"I already told you that you can trust me, as a relationship and as a couple I don't want to be with you, we must finish, because unfortunately I couldn't trust you again, you robbed me Diane, you took advantage of my unconscious state to vilely take my cell phone and take money that doesn't belong to you but that you could have easily asked me for it." "Harry forgive me, everything has an explanation, it's just that things are not like that, I'm really sorry." "What explanation would you have to justify a theft Diane? A breach of trust is that what you did has no presentation whatsoever, and I am afraid it is better that you leave the mansion, we will fulfill the contract as we had stipulat

That's all in the past now, my Dad is now a part of the witch's gang. As I paid attention to "Fix You" by Coldplay" on the radio. I wondered if there was someone that could fix me. It is one of my favorite songs to listen to every morning. I'd say it gives me some sort of hope and inspiration. I began to sing the song: "When you try your best, but you don't succeed When you get what you want, but not what you need When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep Stuck in reverse And the tears come streaming down your face