Starco Broken Novels & Stories

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

Marco said gently. And it felt like it was. Not because Stella had fallen. But because the truth hadn’t. Santiago’s hand found mine quietly, fingers lacing through with steady warmth. “She tried to break you,” he murmured. I looked at the paused image still glowing faintly on Sienna’s phone screen. Stella on her knees. The crown slipping. “She broke herself,” I said softly.

Imagine how much narcotics could be circulating, damaging people out there if Homer managed to buy this car and distribute the goods out of town. But Jefferson's mind was quickly distracted when he saw Homer sigh and shake his head, Jefferson immediately got up to stare at the white tub. "Is there something wrong?" Homer nods. "I think this wouldn't do." "Why tough?" "Well, I'm afraid Hugo will put his own face sticker on this truck." Jefferson couldn't hold back the sound of his own laughter, it just burst out, like a broken horn sounded by an amateur artist. "Hey, I'm serious," Homer protested, but he laughed too, his worries were strange and funny, but no one in this world knows Hugo as w

I picked up my phone to call Stacey if she'd be able to join me for lunch today. ' Hello, babe...' ' I.D, what's up?' ' I'm fine Stacey. Lunch?' ' Whoa...To bad. My annoying boss gave me extra work to do. I wouldn't be able to come with you. I'd just order my lunch.' Stacey whispered so her boss wouldn't hear her. I chuckled softly. ' Okay then. You'd come to my place then?' ' Alright. We have a deal.' ' Good. See you in the evening.' I said and cut the call.

Two other Greys are trying to assist him but they keep casting him worried glances as they attempt to widen the fracture and stabilise it. “Mace, come take a break,” I say softly. “Can’t,” he grunts and his knees almost give out beneath him from exhaustion. “Take a fucking break!” I snap and he stumbles backwards before returning his focus to the sky. “I can't, Theo, I need this open,” he groans.

"I don't understand what I did wrong. If you could just explain... Adrian, I love you. That has to mean something." It does mean something. It means I'm destroying her slowly instead of all at once. My fist connects with the wall before I realize I'm moving. Once, twice, three times until pain radiates up my arm and blood smears the white paint. "I'm toxic," I say to the empty room. "Everything I touch burns." My phone buzzes. For one second, I think it might be Jules. It's Coach Stevens: Need to talk. My office. Tomorrow 8am.

Subsequently, Lucas placed the Starry Metal that weighed thousands of kilograms into System Space. The Genetic Fighters of the black market that saw this scene were stunned. They could not comprehend the fact that the Starry Metal had just disappeared. "Pay the money." Lucas looked at Linda. Linda was dumbfounded. "Huh?" Lucas did not bother about Linda and simply left the scene. Linda was exasperated as she watched Lucas’ figure as he walked away from her. Then, she took out an apocalypse card, paid for the item, and then caught up to him.

​Aara, if you break the alignment too violently, we lose the ledger forever, Damian warned, standing at the base of the telescope, his hands ready on the manual tension levers. ​We lose it or they take it, I said, my muscles straining against the cold iron. I’d rather it be lost. I slammed the lever home. A deafening metallic screech echoed through the tower as the telescope jerked three millimeters to the left. ​The hum of the servers changed pitch. The red lights on the security panel turned a steady, mocking amber. Lorenzo let out a ragged breath. ​The handshake is broken, he whispered. They’re hitting a wall of static. You just turned their high speed data stream into a pile of digital g

She said, "It's just a toy. If it breaks, we'll buy another one. Don't ruin everyone's mood on such a big holiday." Stella pressed her lips together. "I can find them another toy, but not this one. Some parts are already discontinued, and even with money, we might not be able to buy them. If it breaks, there's no way to fix it."

Fortunately, she regained consciousness shortly after, but as soon as one of the medics touched her arm, she let out another painful cry. “What happened?” Coach asked as we both looked at the medic with concern for her. “It seems Ms. Stacey is suffering from a case of broken bones. It appears her arm is broken. I’m afraid she can’t continue with this race.” “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” I whispered, fighting back the tears and the guilt that was about to choke me. Stacey only stared back at me resentfully, tears flowing from her eyes just before she lost consciousness again.