Perfectly Broken 소설 & 이야기

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

"If I knew I had an audience, I'd have played it better." I don't think it's possible for it to get better. I haven't seen someone that plays the piano as effortlessly as him. Not me, not even Tara, no body. This boy deserved to be celebrated. Who'd have thought someone as weird as Alex could have an heavenly side like this to him. "You don't have to. That was superb." He did an exaggerated Awwwwwnnn even though I could tell he probably get comments like this everytime. "Why Boulevard of Broken Dreams? That's a very old song. "

Fuck it hurts to breathe. "I'm fine, just a few broken ribs this time. You know I can't fight back. The punishment will be worse than the beating so I'll take the latter. Can we just head to my house?" My voice is just barely above a whisper. I feel a hand grab my arm and I panic thinking it's Maximus so I rip my arm away which wasn't the best decision. The second I pulled my arm away a fourth broken rib makes itself known.

Yesterday night, he had watched how hard she had struggled as she spoke about her marriage with her ex, he had seen her breathing hitch at some intervals, and he had even wanted to stop her from saying anything more when he realized that she was already willing to let him see as much of her broken self as he could. Now, as he watches her eat in slow bites, he wondered how anyone in his right mind will hurt a soul as delicate as hers. She was the purest of all in his eyes, and no matter how broken she thinks she is, she's still the most perfect he had ever seen. "Can you please stop staring at me that way before I choke on my breakfast?" He heard her voice whisper. A slow cynical smile curve

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

Where— Everyone was slave. Everyone was weapon. Everyone was— Broken. Perfectly broken. Beautifully broken. Aware they were broken. Unable to— Stop it. Change it. Escape it. Just— Accept it. Serve it. Become it. Fully. Totally. Permanently. Marcus's vision. Marcus's world. Marcus's— Victory. Complete. Total. Final. Forever. And I—I was his instrument. His tool. His— Perfect slave. Building perfect prison. For—

I think I am broken. -----------