I Broke My Butt Book Novels & Stories

She didn’t answer, but the bond surged violently, as if she were screaming inside my chest. I dropped beside her, my knees hitting stone. The sight of her injuries shattered something in me I didn’t know could still break. Her once pale skin, now beneath the soot, lips cracked, breaths shallow and uneven. Blood stained the ground beneath her, dark and frighteningly still. I turned to the beam. It was massive. Reinforced. Twisted from the explosion and wedged deep into the rubble above. Impossible. I wrapped my hands around the jagged metal anyway.

Chapter 19: The Breaking Point And that was the moment I shattered. No warning. Just slow, silent, brutal heartbreak. I couldn’t reply. My hands turned cold. Travis said nothing. No denial. Not even a glance. I was done. That night, when I finally got home, I collapsed onto my bed like a broken doll. Mama came rushing in, worried sick. “Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked. The driver had called her—he thought I was sick because I didn’t stop crying the entire ride.

“I was wondering when I would see you.” I jumped “OH SH*T!” Then I stumbled back, getting caught in the blanket and landing on my butt. The book I had in my hand went flying to who knows where in the yard. A low feminine giggle caught my attention while I flail to get myself free and back to a standing position. “I’m not used to anyone being out here, sorry.” I don’t know how I continue to embarrass myself, but it’s becoming a real problem.

Vivian’s POV: After many hours of emergency treatment, the doctor finally stepped out of the operating room. "The patient's condition is very serious. The direct impact shattered the bones in his right leg into multiple fragments." "Even with the best possible recovery, he will still be left with permanent complications..." The doctor's voice grew heavy as he explained, and my mind buzzed numbly. I understood what he meant. After the collision, Alexander's right leg had suffered severe damage, leaving him almost crippled.

"Please..." My voice broke. "Help me.”

I kept trying to hold back the whole emotions but damn it, it’s even more difficult to pretend it’s alright. "Damn it!" I shouted, my voice bouncing off the walls before I grabbed the nearest flower vase and hurled it across the room. It shattered against the fireplace, sending broken pieces of glass skidding across the floor. That still wasn't enough. I swept a stack of books from a side table before kicking a chair so hard it toppled over. None of it made me feel better. If anything, every broken object only reminded me how badly everything around me was falling apart. "Charles."

I broke the kiss to take of my shirt before immediately re-connected our lips once again. Jack starts to trace soft patterns on my back, completely relaxing my muscles before flipping us over so that he was now on top of me. He broke the kiss once more, looking me deeply in the eyes. "You’re so sexy baby, I would give anything just to have you to myself for the night" He sings, having a small smirk tug on his face as he begins to unzip my shorts. Anxiety begins to fill my being as I realize what was about to take place. "Wait, Jack...I'm still uh…I'm still a virgin" I said breathlessly, feeling a sense of embarrassment take over me now.

I made the marks, placed the chair and mirror in what I thought would be the correct constellation, found I couldn’t locate the buttock mark, jiggled to bring it into view, caught sight of a very puffy and excited me, lost my balance, stepped on the mirror, tried to skip and miss the mirror, lest I should break it, fell over, hit the middle of the mirror with my knee and broke it, and, oh, I cut my other knee. I didn’t know how to stay in a forgiving mood, but I was lucky it turned out to be a scratch and ceased bleeding before I could get to the bathroom. I sat at my computer. Tanny, you are a prat! Where does it say in the black book that Venus is a contortionist? I broke the mirror and cu

Thump. "Ouch". I whisper and rub my butt and cheek after unceremoniously crash landing. "Oh my gosh! That was awesome." Sydney says amused at my expense with hunched shoulders shaking from her laughter. "Oh, for the love of monkey bananas will you help me up? My butt hurts... I think I broke a bone." I whined. " Shut up, your butt has no bone." She said as I pouted my lips and gave her my cute puppy face. Is she sure though? Definitely have to ask mom.

Words flowed in wild bursts: “Chapter One: How Roman Broke Me… Physically, Emotionally, Spiritually. Chapter Two: Why I Might Actually Enjoy It. Chapter Three: Wait, Stop, What Is Happening? Chapter Four: Billionaire Men Should Come With Warning Labels and Maybe a Consent Form.” Dorsey’s snort came suddenly, sharp, loud, and utterly inappropriate given the seriousness of my life’s drama. Soup sloshed in the pot. I jumped, pen nearly stabbing my thumb.