Novel & Cerita I Like That You're Broken Broken Like Me

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

🎵 I trusted you completely, gave my all, But now I'm standing here, watching my world fall, In the rearview mirror, your image plays its part, Why did you choose to break my heart? Why did you choose to break my heart? Tore our love apart, like a work of dark art, Promises shattered, like fragments torn apart, Why did you choose to break my heart? 🎵 The memories we shared, now twisted and unclear, A silent whisper, a secret held so near, Your laughter echoes, a bittersweet refrain, I'm left with this ache, this never-ending pain. 🎵 I gave you all my love, my soul exposed, But behind my back, a story that no one knows,

“Just say what’s on your mind.” I hesitated, then sighed. “I feel... broken,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “Like there’s nothing left of me to give. Ryder and Jaxon, what they did, it’s like they took pieces of me and left me hollow.” Caden’s grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white. “You’re not broken, Amara,” he said firmly. “They might have hurt you, but they didn’t destroy you. You’re stronger than you think.”

"Let's go, let's go. This place is so small and rundown, with barely any sunlight. I don't know how Sarah and the child have managed to live here." Conveniently, she had forgotten how they had praised this very apartment when they were trying to sell it to me. Watching Sarah walk away without even looking back, I laughed bitterly to myself. I had been such a fool. I never realized that Sarah had no feelings for me beyond using me, and she was becoming more and more obvious about it. Having never experienced a loving family while growing up, I foolishly tried to create the perfect family after marrying Sarah. As a result, I allowed this group of parasites to cling to me, draining me of everyt

“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.”

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

By the time I stepped outside the building, King and Giselle were already waiting near the front steps. "You look like you've been through a war," King said the moment he saw me. "I feel like it." I sighed. "Come on. I'll buy you coffee." He chuckled. "I'm broke." King raised an eyebrow. "Since when?" I hesitated for the briefest moment. Since this morning, when Ryan had thrown me out of his car before school and I'd been too embarrassed to admit I barely had enough money left to get through the week. Instead, I shrugged. "I... lost my money." The lie came easier than I wanted it to.

I said coldly. This marriage left me utterly broken—I didn't think I'd ever love someone enough to marry again. Helga stared at me, speechless, her fingers clutching my sleeve instead of my arm. Finally, she'd noticed the wounds on my arms and stopped grabbing me like she always did.

"What's wrong?" "She... she's severing the bond," I gasped, the words torn from me. I curled into a ball on the floor, consumed by agony. SNAP. With one final, sickening crack, it was over. The emptiness swallowed my world whole. I felt like a walking corpse. "No... impossible..." I stared at my hands, trembling. "How could she... she loves me so much... how could she really sever the bond..." A colossal fear suddenly gripped my heart.

Learning the rhythm of the house, the names whispered in the dark, the cracks in the system. I’m not broken. I’m patient. And when I move—when I burn this place down— I won’t be quiet.