Quotes On Breaking Novels & Stories

"You'll have whatever you want." Sofia clipped the pendant around her neck and shot me a triumphant smirk. "Grazie, Ella. I'll treasure it." I watched the pendant that was meant to protect me swing around her neck and suddenly laughed. I laughed at the absurdity of eight years of loyalty and at the cheapness of Vincenzo's so-called devotion. "Vincenzo," I said, my voice calm and cutting, "you two suit each other perfectly." With that, I turned and walked away.

"For what? For Victoria's press conference this afternoon? For whatever new lies she's going to tell about me?" "For yourself. For the boys. For getting through this." I set down my spoon. "What if I can't get through this? What if this is the thing that finally breaks me?" "It won't." "How do you know?" "Because you've survived worse. You survived giving up Alexander. You survived almost dying in that warehouse. You survived being shot. You're the strongest person I know." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be repaired." "Not always. Sometimes they're too shattered. Too many pieces to put back together."

she asked without humor and simply smile before looking outside the glass wall. “You tend to ask and ask and ask but you are afraid to know the answer. You’re exactly the person who makes yourself suffer the most, Ayesha. Even if the man chooses to do a lot of things for you, your brain will automatically counter it because you’re a coward.” It felt like she dropped a bomb in my face. “You’re a coward for being afraid of another heart ache. You’re a coward for not taking any risks at all” I stood there frozen in place and only stared at my coffee.

I had just broken my vow. *** (Don't forget to drop a comment/review. Don't be a ghost reader! 🧡)

𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙮 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣. – 𝙎𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙉𝙖𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙖, 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙞𝙨𝙝 *** "𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢� �𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶.."

I pushed my anger in the depths of my soul and decided to play along. "If you know that, then why would you want me to stay here? Who knows, you might be the next victim." I shrugged with a smile. His grey eyes peered into mine as if it was piercing through my soul — just like his father's. And then, there was his sarcastic smile again, "You can't kill." "Oh, really? Though everyone in the orphanage knows what I am capable of." "Every coin has two sides. Some humans are just not mentally capable of trying to understand the entire problem in order to solve it. What they see and hear is always right to them. In other words, they're total idiots." He winked.

** "Am I interrupting something? - Loretta sneaks in, holding two giant cups of coffee. Max tries to hide the fact that he was on his way out. " No, professor, no problem. I'm just sorry I didn't bring coffee, I didn't know it would be here. I left this sleepyhead drooling over her book when I left. I roll my eyes at Loretta's joke, trying to embarrass myself in front of Max. Little does she know how he found me when he woke me up. " An authentic Sleeping Beauty in a university version. - Max jokes and actually the shot backfires because it looks more like a compliment.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

She will never be broken by him, the fact that she will never love him means he can not defeat her. He back hands me again but it does not silence my laughter. He storms away from me in a rage “Begin his torture I’ll be back in two days I expect him to be thoroughly broken by then!” He barks at the guard. What a fucking looser he doesn’t even have the gumption to do it himself. My laughter follows his footsteps as he retreats and I am reminded of Machiavelli once again quoting me “If an injury has to be done to a man, it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared’