Reddit Mind Break Novels & Stories

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

Tom asked without stopping his pace. "Andreas knows. And I need your support, Tom. You were the first person to help me before I even knew who I was," Andien said reasonably. "I can't believe you don't have a male friend to work with," Tom grumbled. "I don't know any other men. My first man was Kenan, but he broke my heart," Andien replied quietly. "Are you serious?" "I am serious." "Why do you want to break up with Kenan and get involved with me?" Tom asked, demanding Andien's honesty.

There was no mistaking - they could only mean Gavin and Vivian. "Of course he's attentive—Mrs. Clarke's finally giving him an heir. The Alpha's assembled a whole team of specialists at her slightest discomfort." That sounded like a joke. Gavin treated Vivian like royalty while I remained the forgotten Luna, left to fend for myself. After two uneventful nights, the doctors finally let me go. When I walked out of the hospital gate, my first destination was the Pack Council to collect the Bondbreak Certification. This proof is a manifestation of the dissolution of our mate bond.

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.

“Whatever’s eating you, fix it before it kills you. Because the next time you lose focus in a real fight, you won’t wake up.” He walked away, leaving me in the dim light of the training yard. My breath came out ragged, my pulse wild. I threw the blade into the ground, the metal sinking into the dirt with a dull thud. And then I sank down beside it. The smell of soil, sweat, and iron filled my lungs — grounding and suffocating at the same time. I pressed a hand over my face and let the silence swallow me. I’d broken things today. Again. Julie’s pride. Nalini’s peace. My own restraint.

I know it’s not easy to write about such a topic, but I received some truly fantastic and entertaining submissions—more than I was able to post, so I want to thank you all! Everyone stay at it and don’t get discouraged by a few halfwits and Gloomy Garys here and there. And when you have that breakup that seems to knock you off your rocker: drink a few margaritas (with extra salt), rent a couple corny, syrupy romance movies, have some ice cream, go buy some wine and get back on your feet! Oh… and read my blog if you need some clueless oaf to laugh at for a moment. But most of all, don’t forget that you’re all wonderful.

I should've known, how could a heart like yours ever love a heart like mine? I just love building things up and then ✨shattering✨ it so my readers have a mental breakdown. It's what I live for, LMFAO! SORRY!! Anyways, y'all, hold on tight because this is only getting crazier.

Giselle quickly interrupted and said, "I know what you mean. You should stop reminiscing about the past for now." The viewers started leaving comments in the chat box. "I know what Madam means. Madam's concerned that the more she thinks about those good memories, the more she doesn't want to break up." "Miss, you should know that our go-to advice is always choosing break up over reconciliation. Do you really believe that he games without talking to her through the mic?" "There's no need to continue being with him. Since the thought of breaking up with him has already crossed your mind, it means that these things bother you.

It seems like my life is on an endless loop of hopelessness when all I want is to catch a break. The twenty or so minutes until Manny gets his break tick by like hours. Words form in my head. Angry, bitter words. But I probably won't say them. What would be the use? Words don't work in situations where an addict hasn't hit rock bottom. Only Manny knows where that point is for him. Even answering texts from my best friend, Lita, doesn't take my mind off the confrontation about to occur. I jump on the casino’s free Wi-Fi and scroll through F******k, tagging and liking random posts about baby goats and chickens wearing pajamas.

Nick smirks, “You can try at least.” We both shoot him glares of daggers, but he ignores us and begins. “As you know, I was disbanded from T.H.E.M. when I had a ‘mental breakdown’ several years ago and was thereafter committed. What you don’t know is that my breakdown was, in fact, a direct result of T.H.E.M.’s influence.