I Broke My Butt Book Novels & Stories

"Tell me, butterfly, do you want to have sex, or do you want to be fucked?" His choice of words made me shiver and embarrassed at the same time. My whole face turned red like a tomato. I know one thing for sure, that I'm tired of people thinking that I'm breakable, or I can't handle things of my own. I want them to stop thinking of me as a breakable doll. "I-I want to be fucked"

Hiya guys. I am aware a lot of people are waiting on new chapters for this book, and wanted to give you an update as to why there has not been one in a week + I ended up working all of the weekend before last, on the Saturday eve/ Sunday morning I was in an incident that has left me with broken ribs, concussion and perforated eardrum. Along with many bruises. I am struggling to sit on the computer. The light seems to irritate my head and make me throw up.

she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

Hello everyone, my name is Chimdi Jane Samuel and I'm the writer of this book and also The Bad Boy Has A Daughter. I'm deeply sorry for the late update of chapter Forty-Five and it's due to the accident I had few weeks ago. My knee as well as my body suffered some injuries and movement was difficult for some time. I decided to take some rest and heal. But I'm better now if anyone is worried😅 And I'm going to continue posting the book. It's not ended yet, we aren't even half away through the book.

My hands were flat on the surface in front of me. Then something inside me broke. Not cracked. Not fractured. Broke. Completely. Catastrophically. Like a dam that had been holding back an ocean for months finally giving way. I stood up and grabbed the edge of the desk. I flipped it. The massive oak structure crashed onto its side and sent papers and maps and pens scattering across the floor. The lamp shattered. Glass exploded across the stone. I grabbed the bookshelf next. Ripped it from the wall. Books rained down around me. Their pages fluttered like wounded birds.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

she asked, pretending to be irritated at the familiar faces that came to pick her up. The first one to come out of the van was Bambi–Jada’s manager, confidante, gay best friend, mother, father, older sister, and older brother all rolled into one. "Shut it! As if you didn’t know, I haven’t been dating for weeks!” Bambi rolled her eyes as if reminded of his sad love life. “Actually, no one wanted to date me because I’m broke!” He continued, pouting his hot-pink lips.

Not a single fucking hair on her head. And Remo? He’d opened a door he wouldn’t know how to close. I am going to kill him. Eventually. But not until he watches everything he cares about burn. By the time I took the bucket off, he was breathing in wet gasps. “Talk.” He shook his head. So I broke two of his toes with pliers. Then three more. By the time the bone saw touched his kneecap, he cracked. "Wait—wait—FUCK, STOP! There’s a book—there’s a fucking book, alright?!"

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

I can't handle witnesses right now. She waited for me in the cold, just to talk to me. And I called what we had a mistake. "Fuck!" The word explodes from my chest. I grab the first thing I can reach—my statistics textbook—and hurl it across the room. It hits the wall with a satisfying thud but does nothing to ease the pressure building inside me. She grabbed my jacket. Her hands were freezing, red from cold, shaking so badly I could feel it through the fabric. And I pulled away.