Spring Broken Novels & Stories

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

a clear sound, is actually fractured. This halberd that fought with him in the four directions of blood, the halberd that followed him for a thousand years, the halberd that followed him to be suppressed for a thousand years, finally broke at this moment, broke into four pieces, the middle two pieces fell downward powerlessly.

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that was three months ago now I'm just fighting to survive, working both online and manual jobs to meet up with my needs but thanks to skating I've been schooling through scholarships and sponsors now all that sacrifice and pain and years is about to be in vain because a Nepo baby decided to look like me. "Ariiiii "Clarisse yells my name from upstairs " come over here you gotta see this" she said waving her hands signaling me to hurry up. Clarisse typically my soulmate. she has been with me since we were 10 years old never left my side since then, her parents and my mom are friends. Clarisse is very intelligent she won gold medals in quizzes and academic marathons, sometimes I didn't know wh

"You don't mean that." "I do," he insists, but he won't meet my eyes when he says it. "We got caught up in something that was never going to work. Now it's over." "Just like that?" I ask, tears starting to blur my vision. "Two months together, and you can just turn it off like a switch?" "It's better this way," he says, finally looking at me. But his eyes are cold, distant, like he's looking at a stranger. "A Clean break, no more complications."

The faint glow of power clinging to her skin. “How are you, Bella?” he asked hoarsely, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t answer. I can see it. You’re… radiant.” Bella crossed her arms. “You look terrible.” He flinched, then laughed bitterly. “I deserve that.” Silence stretched. “Why did you bring me here?” she asked flatly. His jaw clenched. “Because he marked you.” The words came out rough, almost feral. “I felt it,” Marcus continued. “The bond snapped into place like a blade. Last night was—” his voice faltered, “—excruciating.”

And Sara’s right arm was wrapped in gauze covering some other, unknown wound. Taking in the picture of his sweet, innocent niece, lying there, unmoving, was more than Johnny could handle. With a wrenching sob, a damn broke inside of him as he sank to his knees in tears. Johnny was beyond words, beyond grief, all he could think was that he had somehow let this happen.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

Frances found herself falling into the same holographic whorl she saw last night, and like a leap-fall, she was jolted out of bed. She got up and looked to her right. The watch laid there, no hologram nor any sound emanated from it. The time was 6:30 am, and she was expected at work by 8:00 am. It was at that moment she understood the whole process of getting her early to work. Though she was grateful to the boy for gifting her the watch, she felt the jolt was a bit too startling.

Everything happened in fragments. Disconnected moments that my brain couldn't piece together fast enough. One second I was standing there, Brock's gun pointed at my chest, his finger on the trigger. The next second, the world exploded. A crack. Sharp and loud. But not from Brock's gun. Glass shattered behind him. The wall of the aquarium tunnel spider-webbed with cracks. Water started seeping through. Then spraying. Then gushing. Brock spun around, confused. "What—"