She's Broken Because She Believed Mga Nobela at Kwento

I pulled up the video from that online post and showed it to her. Sophia's face turned pale, and she was left speechless. Eventually, she lowered her head and turned to leave, but then she stopped at the door. "Would you believe me if I told you that I never understood how much you meant to me until I lost you?" "It doesn't matter anymore, Sophia. Whatever I felt for you is already gone." Just after I closed the door, the noise came from outside my bedroom. Samantha Carter poked her head out, hair tousled and eyes sleepy. "I can smell the food," she murmured.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

She closed her eyes as she bite her inner cheeks to swallow a scream. Just then a loud scream escaped her lips as she looked at him; seems like he broke her figure too. “drop your idea of killing me before you end up all broken,” He said to her as she created some distance between them. Tears fell down her cheeks as she looked dead into his eyes, “You can't break someone who is shattered already,” She said and walked away.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

His shoulder shook as he broke down crying. Michael's heart broke as he took in his broken Omega. He cursed himself for what he had just done. He hated that he scared Noah and hurt him with the Alpha command. That wasn't his intention. He never wanted to hurt Noah; he just wanted to show him he couldn't talk to him like that.

I immediately reached for it, but I was still too late. A sharp crack rang in my ears. I dropped to my knees, and the broken pieces cut into my skin. Blood ran down almost instantly, but I barely felt the sting. That bracelet had been the token of love my father gave my mother. She treasured it her whole life. She only removed it when she was lying on her deathbed just to pass it to me. Yet, it was destroyed because of me. I was a horrible daughter. I knelt there, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe.

Did she laugh behind my back? “What are you feeling?” he asked, his voice snapping me back to reality. “Broken,” I whispered truthfully. “I trusted her, told her things about him, she knew what he had done and still she…” I choked on the words, unsure of how I was going to go on. “You have to be broken, she had hurt you,” he said, his hand squeezing my shoulder. “But I am so angry, I want to make them feel the pain that I am feeling, I want to…”

"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!"

I say glumly. “Why do you think that?” She asks, her tone sounding sad. “I’m broken and damaged. This should go to someone… who isn’t,” I say dejectedly. “You have been broken – physically and mentally – that’s true, but why does that make you undeserving of such a gift? The way I see it, it means you’re someone who can understand its significance and who will use it wisely,” she says as she locks her eyes with mine. “Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.”

"I don't feel brave. I feel broken." I pulled back to look at her, my hands gentle on her face. "You are the strongest person I've ever known. Do you understand that? You lived through hell and came out the other side. You let me close to you despite every instinct telling you to run. You're learning to trust again, to believe you deserve love. That's not broken, Lily. That's incredible." She searched my eyes, looking for deception, for the lies she'd been conditioned to expect. But there was only truth there, only love so fierce it took her breath away.