I Broke My Butt Book Novels & Stories

As my wife. DEDICATION: "To all those who thought they were too broken to heal. Miracles happen, wait for your turn." I hope you love reading this book. And be ready for lots of jealousy, I mean a lot. Thank you. A. Gupta

It was Joey's turn to crouch beside the car. He had to get this child out no matter how much she resisted but, if she struggled, it could well make her injury worse. A broken shard of bone could sever a nerve or a major blood vessel. He had watched the way Penny had calmed a terrified little girl with a skill that had taken his breath away. Had made something in his gut feel all soft. He'd known she was an amazing mother but what he'd just seen her do was awesome. All he needed to do now was to follow her example.

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

My butt hits the ground hard and I give a painful squeal. The whole class breaks into a deafening outburst of laughter. No one feels the least sympathy for me. “You okay, Emily?“ Mr. Hawkins asks, coming over to me. “If the seat was broken, then you shouldn't have sat on it,“ “I'm so sorry, Sir,“ I mumble. But I know the seat wasn't broken. I checked. That's why I'm a bit confused that it fell apart. I get to my feet and pick up the legs of the chair. They were broken. Chopped right into two and just placed there for me to have a major fall. It was so perfect like a saw had gone through them.

Fabian’s heartbeat slowed painfully. That birthday. The wish. Maxine. Claire standing there pretending she was fine. God. He remembered it now. Not clearly enough back then. But now every detail returned sharply. Claire’s smile had looked forced that day. Broken. And he had still let her stand there alone while Susie clung to Maxine. Fabian rubbed a trembling hand across his face. For years, he thought neglect was harmless because Claire never complained loudly enough. Now he was beginning to understand something terrifying:

Amber liquid spread across the white surface with glittering shards of glass, but I didn't even flinch. I simply stared. At him. At Ethan. Smiling in photographs that felt like knives driven straight into my chest. Something inside me cracked. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just... Cracked. My knees gave out beneath me, and I collapsed onto the floor. For years, I had convinced myself that I had become someone who no longer cried. That weakness had died with the boy who had once believed love was enough to keep someone by his side. But tonight... Tonight that illusion shattered.

A girl who loved cookies, hated math homework, laughed with friends, and occasionally argued with her parents about bedtime. The bridge remained stable. The realms stayed balanced. And Luna learned that being exceptional didn't mean sacrificing everything. Sometimes, the bravest thing you could do was just be yourself. Even when yourself was impossibly unique.

His arms went around me—I was still naked, with only my apron on. My breath hitched when I felt his hand caress my ass. I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction as he gave it a light, casual slap. “I know your size very well,” he said. “Now hurry up and go to work, and stop acting like such a slutty wife in front of your husband.” The embarrassment burned through me instantly, and I turned away before he could see my face properly. Derrick dropped me off at the LW Publishers entrance, and with one final embrace, we kissed goodbye. He drove downtown to take care of his business and to find me some fancy underdresses.

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”