Im Broken Novels & Stories

She even secretly nudged Kobe for backup. “Come on Jada, let’s go out tonight!” the man chimed in. “No, thanks! You know I don’t like going out when I’m here,” eyeing Honey for help. “You mean you came back some time ago?” Kobe asked. Jada nodded at him and he frowned, turning to Honey and creasing his forehead at her. “You guys broke up at that time!” she said immediately to defend her friend. "You came back without letting me know? I thought we were friends. I thought I was your second BFF?” he stated dramatically.

He was making it so hard for her. "No...do not move on. Come back to me. We belong together, sweetheart," he implored. No matter how much he tried to restrain himself, he couldn't help it. He couldn't help trying again. Life wasn't life without her. They both loved each other then why the damn distance. She cradled his face. He leaned into her touch. "Our marriage is broken, Nick. We cannot fix it now. We cannot fix what is broken," she tried to make him understand. Her voice soft and coaxing. Her eyes glossy. The skin between his brows creased indicating he didn't agree with her.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

If I don't hit something that doesn't break right now, I'll be the one who ends up broken. If I am not already.

Her heartbreaking into a million pieces. She broke him. She broke him again. I*******m- Buee_Dreams64

Then I commented underneath it. "Thanks for the concern, everyone. We've broken up. Please don't bother me about this."

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

I twisted it. Nothing. I frowned and tried again. The handle moved freely in my hand. The door didn't. My stomach dropped. I yanked it harder, bracing my foot against the frame, pulling with my full weight. The old wooden door groaned and shuddered but refused to give. The frame had warped completely around it, swollen shut like something that hadn't been opened in years. The panic arrived in a single cold wave. It wasn't locked. It was broken. Jammed so completely that no amount of force was going to change that.

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?