God Bless The Broken Road Novels & Stories

The sun over Lagos burned without mercy, turning every metal roof into a sheet of fire. At the bus stop, the air quivered with exhaust fumes, impatient honks, and voices raised in the daily battle of survival. Promise stood apart from the crowd, clutching her bag tightly against her body. Her red heels pressed into the cracked pavement, the straps biting her ankles, but her chin stayed level. The words she had written the night before pulsed through her veins: Broken shoes, unbroken steps.

I whisper out. I had fallen to sit on my knees looking down, tears falling from my eyes. I feel two soft hands on my shoulders and she pulls me up. “Dear child, you are not broken, scarred yes, but not broken. A broken person doesn’t care about anything, they dong feel love and they don’t fear losing it. You are not broken, not completely. Not more than u can be repaired. Question is, will you let your mate help you?” I look into the shining silver eyes belonging to the moon-goddess. I can see she mean every word she just spoke. As I stand there two wolf souls come over to the moon-goddess and me. I see the moon-goddess smile and scratch their ears.

She began to play a medley of different songs it started out with the violin being played first “I set on a narrow way many years ago…hoping I would find true love along the broken road….but I got lost a time or two…what my brow kept pushing through…I couldn’t see how every sign pointed straight to you….Marry me…today and every day….marry me…if I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe say you will….ooohh…cause God bless the broken road that led me straight to you…heart beat fast…colors and promises…how to be brave…how can I love when I’m afraid to…fall…watching you stand alone…all of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow….my head’s underwater, but I’m brea

Fifty Dub, I even got it tatted on me 81, they'll bring the crashers to the party And you know me Turn an O-2 into the O-3, dog Without 40, Oli', there'd be no me 'Imagine if I never met the broskis God's plan, God's plan I can't do this on my own, a, no, a Someone watchin' this shit close, yep, close I've been me since Scarlett Road, a road, a Might go down as G-O-D, yeah, wait I go hard on Southside G, a, Way I make sure that north-side eat, yuh And still Bad things It's a lot of bad things That they wishin' and wishin' and wishin' and wishin' They wishin' on me Yeah, yeah Bad things It's a lot of bad things That they wishin' and wishin' and wishin' and wishin' They wishin' on me

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

"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."

They didn’t have to beg, unlike before. It was Honey who requested the song. She said it was for Kobe. She also said that she wants Kobe to know how she felt when they broke up so that he won’t do it again. ‘I missed your love since you've been gone,’ As soon as she started singing, goosebumps crept all over Lyken. ‘Shit! I really missed this woman!’ he said to himself. If only he could hug her right at that very moment, he would. The song was about to reach its chorus, so he sat properly to have a better look at her.

“You loved him once. Doesn’t it hurt to see him end like this?” I put down my pen and looked at him. “Michael. If you throw away a beautiful poison ring, you might still miss the beauty of it.” He looked at me. Confused. “But when you kick a rock off your path, you don’t look back. You just feel glad the road is clearer.” Understanding dawned on Michael’s face. “So Alessandro. To you. He was…” “Just a rock in the road.” I smiled. “And my road goes on.”

Alone. Just like me. Everything still broken.