Spring Broken Novels & Stories

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Johnson said, which I couldn't agree more with. After about 15 minutes Ella woke up from the drugs that the nurses put her under and the doctor came in. It's a good thing that she woke up when she did because we're leaving Virginia tomorrow and going to our next show which is in Nebraska. And I absolutely refuse to leave Ella here no matter how bad I want to visit Omaha. "So we ran a few test and it seems as though Ella is suffering a concussion and a sprained wrist." The doctor said while looking at his clipboard.

By the time I stepped outside the building, King and Giselle were already waiting near the front steps. "You look like you've been through a war," King said the moment he saw me. "I feel like it." I sighed. "Come on. I'll buy you coffee." He chuckled. "I'm broke." King raised an eyebrow. "Since when?" I hesitated for the briefest moment. Since this morning, when Ryan had thrown me out of his car before school and I'd been too embarrassed to admit I barely had enough money left to get through the week. Instead, I shrugged. "I... lost my money." The lie came easier than I wanted it to.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Anna went on her knees and gently picked up the frame. She gasps when she saw how badly broken it has become. "Oh my God, how did this happen?" she cried out touching the picture of the broken frame and then a tiny piece of the broken glass pierced her right middle finger. "Ouch" she squealed and threw off the frame on the floor and held her right middle finger tight and blood gushed out.

But I didn't do anything as I sat there with him still holding onto me. I felt current passing down my whole body from his touch. His hands large yet perfectly fit mine-- radiating heat. I couldn't let these feelings take place. I was about to take my hand away when I heard Joey shout from above us, "Is your seat broken? I can see from here... something's wrong." I raised my eyebrows at him, "What do you mean?" I shouted. "Just be careful and don't fall down." "What?" I hyperventilated, "Damien it is broken, we can fall. Damien, we'll call."

Chris’s arms tighten around me catching me as I fall unable to keep myself up right from the pain. “What’s wrong?” Panic evident in Chris’s voice. “It’s breaking” Is all that I say barely over a whisper. I don’t know how I knew but that pain was the bond beginning to break. Everything just goes black.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

Another crack split across the core. This one louder. Sharper. The sound echoed through the chamber like something snapping under pressure. The ground beneath them shifted violently. Chunks of stone broke away, the cracks in the floor widening fast enough to see. “We need to let go,” Kael said. Rowan shook his head immediately. “No.” “Rowan.” “If I let go now, it won’t just break,” Rowan said, his voice strained. “It’ll explode.” Kael’s stomach dropped. “How do you know that?”