Perfectly Broken Novels & Stories

And then, barely audible, breaking like glass, "Much less a broken one."

He didn't roar; he merely breathed, and the sound was like a tectonic plate settling into place. "We didn't break the silence for you, Grandmother," I said, my voice carrying the resonant frequency of the Twelfth Sovereign. "We broke it because the 'Perfect Peace' you offered us was a tomb. We broke it because being 'Too Much' is the only way to be Real".

Trembling, possessed, broken. His. ---

Dragging his battered body, he returned to my home, calling my name over and over at the door that remained firmly shut. I was inside, curled close to Noah, sleeping peacefully. Damian waited through the entire night, only to be forcefully expelled by Liam in the morning. His self-destruction, just as I had warned, had been utterly meaningless. His dignity, crushed by his futile self-harm, lay in ruins. Even the wolf within him was letting out weak, despairing wails. For all he had sacrificed, he received only my cold indifference. The light in his eyes had been extinguished completely.

So brief it might have been missed. But we all see it. And that— That confirms it. “It’s breaking,” Matteo says. “Yes.” The word hangs in the air. Not as a failure. As an inevitability. Because nothing stays perfect. Nothing stays fixed. Not forever. “What happens when it breaks completely,” Matteo asks. I don’t answer. Because I don’t know. Because this isn’t something we’ve seen before. Because we forced this state. And now— We’re about to see what happens when it fails.

If Grandma hadn't married him, today, she might be quietly living in a luxurious villa tending to her flower garden without having to worry about money for the rest of her life. Even after falling into this kind of miserable condition, grandma still maintained her graceful and wise nature. She lived well without ever troubling her granddaughter. But even though she seemed to be doing well all this time, Indira knew that her heart was actually broken by her husband's betrayal. The pain of betrayal and the huge changes in her life had damaged her mind and body, but she refused to show her sadness to Indira. Remembering what Arya Wiratama had said a week ago, Indira was getting impatient to sel

The heart wasn’t broken but just incomplete. The collection was called “ Esparar,” a Spanish term for hope. The hope of uniting with the other half. The dazzling collection surpassed a record high right after its launch. Nobody knew the sensational idea was thought up in a dark room by a lonely bride abandoned by her husband on their very wedding night.

She walks with elegance and prudence but could speak a curse that would leave you both lost and confused, shattered and broken but most of all deeply in love. That's how I ended up here in this situation I am in now, losing everything and everyone closest to me. Leaving me alone, depending on her for love, on her to put a stop to my lust, and on her to fill me up when I’m empty to stick me back together when I'm broken. I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention.

Apologize immediately, or I'm taking him to a hotel. The absurd accusation made me scoff bitterly. "What about you? Did you forget you ran out of the bathroom, soaking wet, just to take a phone call?" My words triggered Sophia's memory, yet she stubbornly held onto her stance. "Then, you should've cleaned it up instead of... Wait, you're bleeding." When I felt something sticky between my fingers, I looked down and saw blood trickling down my arm. Sophia stepped closer to inspect my injury, but Adrian suddenly groaned in exaggerated pain. "My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..."

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."