I Broke My Butt Book Novels & Stories

I said and he slowly let go off my arm, I didn't bother looking back till I left the mansion I won't make the mistake of letting someone break my heart again. *NOTICE: Guys this is now The Book 2 Of After Divorce I Became A Zillionaire, from now we are going to be seeing more of the children's pov, it's more like a sequel but it's still under the same book and this sequel is more of Montana and Lily with the triplet, let me know what you guys think on the comment section, follow me hit the follow button and vote for this book, love you guys*

Kabir. My Kabir. My Kabir who broke everything in me. My Kabir who promised he wouldn't leave. My Kabir who lied and walked over me. He started speaking but I turned my head to the front and disappeared from his view. My Kabir who ruined his own bookworm. Some love he had for me. He did one thing he promised. He broke me. When we were at safe distance from him, I sat on the bench and cupped my mouth tightly. I love you, bookworm.

"No, Mom. Don't you still have Mr. Francis?" "He could never compare to you," Queenie replied. Since my death, she seemed to have aged a decade overnight. Leroy looked at her both fearfully and numbly. He was noticeably less lively than other kids his age. My heart ached at the sight of this. From the moment I had agreed to the surgery, I hadn't planned on surviving. Before my paralysis, I had been a confident, successful architect. But after the accident, my nights had been filled with unbearable suffering.

She heard the sound of door clicking open and her heart thumped against her chest. Then she heard the sound of glass shattering when he smashed the bottle on the wall and her breath hitched. He came into view and he was holding the broken bottle in his hand. He started walking towards her and saying that Cara was terrified at the moment was an understatement. “Now you will never disobey me” he said and lifted his hand up to hit her and Cara’s scared eyes got shut as she waited for the hit. But before he could hit her the doorbell of his house rang. He cursed under his breath and threw the broken bottle away.

The shelves had been scattered around and books were flying all around the small space. My left leg was stuck under one of the shelves and i had to manage and pull it off in an awkward position with just two of my hands until my leg was free and i could feel the enormous pain but that did not stop me from finding the book. I had been searching while struggling with a broken foot for a book that held the rest of my future, and when i finally found it, i was completely shattered. I did not want to cry, i could not, all along i told myself i was iron woman, made of steel and nothing would break me. Nothing could.

I did break so much of rules for him and I never regret that. And now when I see him, I feel proud that I broke those rules of my own. When I feel him on my arms I feel that sometimes breaking your rules bring you happiness in life along with the risks and sometimes when you break the rules, unexpected result might show up and might take your life to next level.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

Uncle William begins. I shake my head unable to speak. I am an emotional wreck right now Guilt overwhelms me. Claire's words echo in my mind "I hate you Papa." "Mama..." Claire's fading cry haunts me Uncle William's hand on my shoulder "Son, it's not your fault," he says softly in his bit to comfort me but I know better. I know my mistakes, my flaws. I destroyed everything. "Uncle William," I choke. Emotionally broken.