God Bless The Broken Road Novels & Stories

Trembling, possessed, broken. His. ---

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"

I look at Steven and give him my best death glare ever and leave the beautiful room. "Oh do trust Steven to ruin your day- HEY, MOVE YOUR CAR! THE TRAFFIC LIGHT JUST TURNED GREEN!" I shout at the car before me, “YOU DO KNOW THAT IT IS RUSH HOUR RIGHT?!” Okay maybe I do need to calm down. I plug in my USB and go to my favorite sound track. “Take this fainted heart Take this tainted hands Wash me in your love Come like grace again Even when my strength is lost I'll praise you Even when I have no song

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

Somewhere between my second cup of coffee and his third whiskey, the distance between us disappeared. After a while, I leaned back, sighing. “You ever think maybe we’re all just… broken people who met at the wrong time?” Tomas chuckled. “That’s the most poetic shit I’ve heard in weeks.” “I’m serious.” “So am I,” he said. “But maybe that’s what makes it work. Broken recognizes broken.” That line stuck in my chest. He wasn’t wrong. I smiled, small but genuine. “You know what? For someone who works for a mob family, you’re not half bad.”

"Amazing grace, how sweet that sounds... That... That saved a wretch like me. I.. I o... Once was lost but now I'm found. O... Once blind, but n... Now, I see. T'was grace that taught my h... Heart to fear A.. And grace my fears relieved; How precious did t... That. That grace app... Appear The hour I first believed. " I sing from my broken heart in hopes that he wakes but nothing changes. Authors Narrative; Sonia had prayed to God and unknown to her, she just sent a zap through Desmond's body. Her prayer to God had been answered. The loving father {God} is taking his sweet time to mend all the complications in Desmond's body.

by Linkin Park and it seemed like the Moon Goddess, or rather the DJ was mocking at the two broken souls with the song’s lyrics which were too apt to the situation. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I'm tired of being what you want me to be Feeling so faithless, lost under the surface * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * At present, Joy and Zane were the only ones at the bar and the latter was close to his breaking point. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof, You saw her bathing on the roof, Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you. She tied to you a kitchen chair, she broke your throne, she cut your hair, and from your lips, she drew that Hallelujah She sang her four Hallelujahs, each one weaker and weaker. Her voice would rebound as she continued in lyric, then dim again at Hallelujah. I've seen your flag and marble arch, But love is not a victory march, It is a cold and it is a broken Hallelujah

She has her head in her heart and a broken body Never wrong but she always says sorry Takes the pain and throws away her pride For a man with a hole in the middle of his chest Promising herself that she'll only see the best So she stays and gives away her life Ooh Head in heart and a broken body (cause it's easier to keep) Head in her heart and a broken body (holdin' on to something sweet) Head in her heart and a broken body ('cause it's easier to keep) Head in her heart and a broken body (holdin' on to something sweet)” I am touched. Her voice was… Damn, stop. But the song was a perfect fit. That’s exactly me and her.