God Bless The Broken Road Novels & Stories

“For loving me… even when I’m broken.” “You’re not broken,” James replied. “You’re human. And you’re strong.” They stayed that way for a long time. Outside the hospital room, fate continued weaving its complicated web—illness, forgiveness, danger, and reunion looming just ahead. Inside the room, two souls who had hurt each other deeply chose honesty, patience, and hope. The road ahead was uncertain. But for the first time in a long while, neither of them felt alone.

"Get in the car," I growled at her, but she didn't move. The woman started screaming again, "No, stop, please," I heard and I shook Alle off me and took off down the alley way. It was dark and the perfect place the commit a crime, if it wasn't for us walking by.

"Just come out and see me one last time, okay?" Albert's hand tightened around mine. Even this powerful business magnate's eyes were red and trembling. I knew he feared I might still feel sorry for Jeff. But how could I? I squeezed Albert's hand and shook my head at the butler. "Time for the ceremony." As the organ played, a dull crash echoed from the sand. Through the stained-glass window, I saw Jeff collapse into the surf like a fallen tree. The velvet box with the ring floated away into the deep blue.

(Song: You Broke Me First by Out Last Night) The night air is unusually cold and the damp ground seems to penetrate my bare feet. The woods I find myself in block out most of the moonlight, but it doesn’t take much to know where I am. Stumbling around, flinching at the rocks and broken branches that jab at the soles of my feet, I try to navigate my way out.

Now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I shall die before I 'wake I pray the Lord my soul to take I, I keep a record of the wreckage of my life I gotta recognize the weapon in my mind They talk shit, but I love it every time And I realize I've tasted blood and it is sweet I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet I've trusted lies and trusted men Broke down and put myself back together again Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors "Come on, little lady, give us a smile" No, I ain't got nothin' to smile about I got no

He broke me but in him I found my blessings. The End.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

And storms devastate, but everytime he hurts me; I hold my breath and bear the hurricane—repeating to myself, Just one more chance, Just one more breath, Just one more step, Just one more try, Just ONE more, And everything will be fine again. And I have believed in those words for so long. So long till I turned blind to the dangers coming. So long till I can't hold my breath anymore, and I'm half a stormy evening. So long till I have three minutes and ten seconds from breaking down. So long till I can't believe in those words again. Everything is NOT going to be FINE. We are two broken souls that's trying so hard to find comfort in the warmth of the other. Ryder Smith is a broken man; rough

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.