I Broke My Butt Book Novels & Stories

But I had just broken him in ways he didn’t even know yet. END OF CHAPTER 24

Ethan taught me to read for endless afternoons, my first kiss was there, and consequently Nick's was also there. The first time I saw Ethan drunk, Anne's first broken heart, and when Tom got his driver's license. Even though it was confiscated that same day for him hitting the tree in our tree house. Typical Tom. Looking back I cannot understand how my life became what it is now. How could I have gotten so deep into the pit? At what point did everything go wrong? I think of the things I could have done differently. Maybe we would all still be together today. *** Chapter 1

she said and I waved great fully at her before reaching the shelf. As I looked at the books, one of it caught my eyes.. " calming the storms ". Immediately a smile shoots up on my face and I picked the book up to inspect it. I wanted to read this so I turned and still staring at the book, reading what the book was about. I hit something or should I say I bumped heads with something or someone possibly.. " fuck " I winced in pain before backing away and hitting the cabinet with my foot, causing me to sprain my ankle.. I'm sure I sprained it.

He chuckled before whispering in my ear, "Everyone can be broken. You too will break. Soon." They both left a moment later, leaving me trembling and filled with dread. I placed one hand on my chest, feeling my heart thunder against my ribcage. I believed Eric's words. I believed it because, as I sat on that cold ground, overwhelmed by helplessness, something within me began to crack... ***

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

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*

“I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope. This first chronicle, for example, I wrote on the bus, the day Lelete told me about her resignation from her second job. She called, crying, that she couldn't take it anymore, that the world was boring. And the worst, I agreed with her and put it on paper.

At least the pain was already decreasing. "Excited much?" She chuckled and I scratched the back of my neck in embarassment. See? I told you not to get too excited. My brain scolded and I almost rolled my eyes at this. "You don't have a broken butt or something, right?" She asks as she stiffled a laugh. "There's no such thing as broken butts" I corrected her but she just rolled her eyes.

I lose my footing and slip The floor is cold and hard against my bottom, and the heavy tome smacks me right on the head. “Ow, ow, ow!” I hold my skull, wondering if it’s possible to get it fractured with a book I cast a hurt look at the book laying a few paces at my side. It lies quietly and harmlessly, as though it didn’t nearly assassinate me just now.

My voice cracks, rising despite myself. I start to walk past her, fed up by her accusations, but her hand shoots out, and her nails bite into my wrist. “You did! Admit it, Betty. You were a poor college girl with nothing, and you saw your chance. You thought having his baby would help you and your drug addict moth..." Something inside me snaps before she can finish that sentence, and the glass slips from my hand, shattering at our feet, as my other palm connects with her face in a clean, ringing crack.