Perfectly Broken 소설 & 이야기

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 was the misfit that was such a pathetic loser that now I finally understood why on earth would anyone truly ever want to remind with me, they can like me, but he was right, everyone was, in the end they would run and I would be left alone. At last, I was the real definition of broken, pathetic, and loveless.... The phone slipped from my hand, it was an accident, so I tried to catch it with my shaking hand, but when I failed, and it shattered on the floor, and switches off, I looked at the broken pieces of the screen that was just like...me "You won" I felt the wetness on my cheeks, it was tears, and I had expected them sooner.

Alone. Just like me. Everything still broken.

--- Another gap. --- Another moment where something slipped through. --- “It’s overcompensating,” he said. --- A pause. --- “It’s trying too hard to stay perfect.” --- Elena nodded. --- “Yes.” --- A beat. --- “And that’s what’s breaking it.” --- Because perfection— --- Required balance. --- Not force. --- Not constant correction. --- And now— --- The system was no longer balanced. --- It was reacting to something it couldn’t fully eliminate. --- Truth. --- The presence stepped closer again.

I want to be your example of perfect, obedient shame. Please make me lower tomorrow. Make me less. I need to deserve your ownership. I'm plugged. Corner. Waiting. - Toy ⸻ His reply came ten minutes later: "You're not broken yet. But you will be." She smiled. And leaked down her thighs.

Carl's gaze bore on her. "People may perceive me as perfect but I'm far from being one. I was actually a broken china doll. And no matter how I tried to fix myself on my own, I remain to be damaged...scarred. I cannot seem to win against the demon in my head" wistfully smiling, she continues.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

It's his turn to rub his chest as he begins to feel the turmoil seizing me, "You're my mate. In my eyes, you're perfect...but in the eyes of any Wolf, there's something in you that's broken." Broken. I shut my eyes. Thick, warm tears dampen my cheeks. Behind my eyes, I feel Iphigenia's gaze on me. Her presence reminds me that deep down, I'm not broken. I just...am different...still learning. She growls deep inside me, as if to remind me the power that I have yet to attain. Whether I want it or not. It's there. "You're wrong," I whisper, looking up at him. He swallows uncomfortably, and I growl lowly, "I'm not perfect. But I am exactly what I need to be."

"Deanna, what did you just say? "Didn’t you say before that this child was the treasure your whole family had been waiting for? That I was a hero to your family? That you’d treat me well for the rest of your life? How can you turn on me like this?!" "That was before!" Deanna screamed, her voice breaking. "Look at the situation now! My company is being destroyed. Your family is collapsing. I’m not going down with you! We’re breaking up right now. Stop clinging to me!"