I'm Broken, But Save Him First Novels & Stories

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

He knew her sister was just showing a brave face to him, but deep down he knew that she was crumbling from inside . "Eat something ok . Please will you? For my sake? Please take care of yourself Aki" . Mike was literally choking up . If he could have, he would have punched that moron in his face right now . But now all that he could do was to calm his sister down . "I will, I promise . It's almost time for me to board . I have mailed you my flight details . Will keep the call now Mike . Love Love", said Akira and disconnected the call .

But I didn't do anything as I sat there with him still holding onto me. I felt current passing down my whole body from his touch. His hands large yet perfectly fit mine-- radiating heat. I couldn't let these feelings take place. I was about to take my hand away when I heard Joey shout from above us, "Is your seat broken? I can see from here... something's wrong." I raised my eyebrows at him, "What do you mean?" I shouted. "Just be careful and don't fall down." "What?" I hyperventilated, "Damien it is broken, we can fall. Damien, we'll call."

In fact, marami na siyang nagawa para sa akin. If he hadn’t helped me to review, I would probably still be reviewing until now. If he hadn’t saved me earlier, I would probably be in the hospital right now. A reason also to not be able to go home to Manila tomorrow. And if he hadn't helped me to find my necklace, Khael and I would probably be fighting again today. I felt guilty because I planned to break my promise to him about our deal. That's just a request Althea compared to the ones he helped you with, but why can't you do it?!

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.

But the anger and frustration boiling inside her made it hard to speak clearly. “The bond between us is breaking, Luka,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “And if you keep doing this, if you keep treating me like this… there won’t be anything left to save.”

Something he would never, ever say out loud to me. "I care," he finally said. Each word was hard and sharp, like a piece of glass. "Because when he breaks you, and he will break you, I am the one who will have to pick up the pieces. I am always the one who has to fix things. I am always the one who has to put people back together." With those terrible words, he turned and walked away for the second time. He left me standing alone in the hallway. His words cut me. They hurt me more than any knife could.

I'm upset because a guy I don't even like rejected a girl and now I can't stop thinking about whether he already has a date. What the actual fuck was wrong with me? Just then, a body slammed into my shoulder from the front and I stumbled backward instinctively. I stepped on someone by mistake and a second later, cold liquid splashed across the floor.” "What the fuck?" The angry voice cut through the music immediately. My stomach dropped. I turned quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't—" The rest of the words died in my throat. Oh. Shit. I recognized him instantly. Mr. Harrison.

"It is all right." "No, it is not all right. Nothing about this is all right." He straightened, meeting my eyes. "You are right. It is not. But you are surviving it. That takes strength." "I do not feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be mended." "Can they? Because I am not sure I can be." Bill set the pillows back on the bed. "Thank you for earlier." "You do not need to thank me. It is my job to protect you."

“What if I’m too broken to be whole again?” Ramon steps closer, his movements slow and deliberate, like he’s approaching a wounded animal. “You’re not broken, Jasmine,” he says again, his voice steady. “And even if you were, I’d piece you back together. Every shard, every fragment. I’d make you whole.”