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“Pedro! Wake up lazy head, you’re going to be late for school!” Eulla, Pedro’s mom, yielded outside of Pedro’s room. She couldn’t come inside to pinch his lazy son out of his bed, and that is because his son Pedro locked the door knowing that his parents are a bunch of crazy trolls. However, that did not stop his mom from slamming and shouting outside his room making Pedro groan in annoyance. ‘If I do not only love this woman, I probably yielded out.’ He thought while standing up lazily, approaching the doorway so he could open it for his mom.

"Misty Lawrence, a heart has no room for two." A torn expression arose on Misty's face. Seeing Carter about to shut the door, she quickly grabbed his arm. "What if I let go of Zach?" Carter didn't reply. Instead, he pulled out his phone and played a video for her. It was footage of her smashing the gifts from him in their bedroom. "Zeke sent this to me. Misty, some things can't be fixed once they're broken." Even if everything was glued back, the scars would remain. He could never heal.

Let the world send its threats, its challenges, its tests. True mates, bound by choice and strengthened by love, were simply unbreakable.

she said, sounding like she is crying. “WAAAAAHHHHHH Why does it have to be like that? Why didn’t she tell the guy that she loves him. What if the guy also loves her?” Keith cried, not acting, but really crying. Stupid crazy guy. “Because she doesn’t want to ruin the friendship that they have. She’d rather lose him as a lover, than lose him as a best friend. For she believes that she can find the guy who can love her despite her being broken. She believes that someone out there will willingly pick up the broken pieces to make her whole again. It may not be as perfect as what she is before for she has been broken, but the new guy can make her feel like she never felt how it feels to be broken

~So, please don't break my heart Don't tear me apart I know how it starts Trust me, I've been broken before Don't break me again I am delicate Please, don't break my heart Trust me, I've been broken before~ -What if Uno once day, decided to break my heart? Would it hurt as much as what Rico made me feel? ~I've been broken, yeah I know how it feels To be open And then find out your love isn't real I'm still hurting, yeah I'm hurting inside I'm so scared to fall in love, but if it's you, then I'll try~

"I can't take the weight of your love, I just can't. I'm getting lost on you, I feel like you'll be safe in the hands of another. I'm beyond damaged, I'm broken to the core. There are times I've felt maybe I'm not broken, just bent, but now, now I know I'm broken. Despite knowing broken things still work, I also know there's an expiry date. Broken things work till they don't." "I'm in love with you Fiona, but I have to let you go, and I know you are in love with me too, that's why I'm begging you, let me let you go. There are parts of me you can -- and will -- never know about, rotten parts of me. I can't take the weight of your love, Vanilla. This is goodbye." "Oh my god" Violet whispered.

Like proof that despite everything trying to destroy us, we were real, we were right, we were worth fighting for. "I love you," I gasped as pleasure built, overwhelming everything else. "I love you so much it terrifies me." "Good." His rhythm increased, driving us both higher. "Be terrified. Be fierce. Be everything they're trying to break. Show them you're unbreakable." We shattered together, clinging to each other as release swept through us, and for a perfect moment, nothing else existed—no murder charges, no rival exes, no impossible situations. Just us, together, choosing each other again.

Not entirely. Amara’s voice broke, splintering the silence. “So I was never mine to begin with.” “No,” Luca said, and the word cracked, raw. He stepped closer, his hand half-reaching before he let it fall. “You were always yours. That’s why I—why I broke myself to fit you. Why I…” His breath hitched, the confession choking. “I don’t know how to love without breaking, Amara. I never learned.” Her tears fell freely now, but her face was stone. “And you thought breaking me too was love?”

He kissed her gently not desperate, not urgent , but steady. Certain. Below them, the city lights flickered on one by one. Not in warning. In possibility. Ariana rested her head against his chest. The scar beneath her cheek was real. The cost was real. But so was what they built from it. Trust tested. Power restrained. Love chosen. Again. And again. And again. Because in the end, Empires fall. Money fades. Loyalty can fracture. But love, when fought for, Becomes unbreakable.

“I promise you, Ivy means nothing romantically to me. You are the only one I've ever felt this way about. I promise.” Jane's arms wrapped around him, holding tight. “I know,” she whispered back. “But old wounds still hurt.” Leonard's grip tightened. “I'll help you heal, Jane. Together. I will love and cherish you, making you forget about that asshole.” Jane's heart swelled, relief washing over her. “Thank you, Leonard, for cherishing me, making me whole again. She whispered. I promise to try my best to love you.” Leonard's arms wrapped around her tightened, pulling her close. “No secrets between us, Jane. Ever.”