The Beauty In Breaking Novels & Stories

Fighting the instant spike of our connection. “Some things can’t be fixed Sai,” I take his face in my hands. Making him look me in the eye. To hear what I’m asking. “Some things just have to break. So please,” I beg, running my lips over his before I breathe the request that will change, possibly save my life as I know it. “Break me…” 31: Ayame - Break Me

The flower, once a symbol of the pain of being overlooked, now felt like a connection to someone who truly saw her. At that moment, Mandisa reflected on Hailey's words. Beauty was not defined solely by fair skin or conventional standards; it transcended color and form. It was about strength, resilience, and the light within a person. Mandisa thought of all the scars she bore, not just on her body but on her spirit as well. Each mark told a story of survival and tenacity. As she held the flower close, she realized that true beauty comes from embracing one's own story, flaws, and all. It was in the quiet strength that radiates from within, in the kindness shown to others, and in the ability to

When I had gone for the dress fitting, I hadn't really seen it's beauty but gazing at myself in the mirror with the make up and hair to compliment it, I was astonished. 'If you dare cry and ruin your makeup, I will forget the fact that you are my queen now and strangle you till you promise not to cry again,' April gave an empty threat. 'The truth be told, you are the most beautiful sight I have seen in recent times,' Selene said happily. 'Can we come in?' My dad asked from the door as he and my mum stepped inside. 'You look so beautiful princess,' dad said as he took me in his hands for a hug. 'I am sorry that I missed the beautiful experience of watching you grow into the woman you are now.

The moment the door opened, the entire world stood still. I froze in place, feeling the breath catch in my chest. She was standing before me in a captivating, entirely unexpected vision—wrapped in that blue silk robe that highlighted the pure ivory of her skin, her radiant lips whispering temptation without speaking a single word. But what completely stole my sanity was not just her breathtaking beauty, but her eyes... Those blue eyes, in which I had so often seen brokenness and terror, were now looking back at me with a soft, deeply surrendering gaze.

Yesterday night, he had watched how hard she had struggled as she spoke about her marriage with her ex, he had seen her breathing hitch at some intervals, and he had even wanted to stop her from saying anything more when he realized that she was already willing to let him see as much of her broken self as he could. Now, as he watches her eat in slow bites, he wondered how anyone in his right mind will hurt a soul as delicate as hers. She was the purest of all in his eyes, and no matter how broken she thinks she is, she's still the most perfect he had ever seen. "Can you please stop staring at me that way before I choke on my breakfast?" He heard her voice whisper. A slow cynical smile curve

( excited) Jim:" Ehem,ehem. Calm down, my wife. " Caleo:" You have to control your girl, Jim. Haha" Gabriel:" Wah, give what she wants then. " Dale:" Look at my girl, Anastasia just sleep. She doesn't want to get to know me. She is busy with sleep! Such a sleeping beauty!" Caleo:" Same goes with my Maria. " Gabriel:" Mine is just enjoying playing with my body like I am the tree and she was swaying like a monkey. Now she is sleeping.. "

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

It was heartbreaking for James to see his best friend in this vulnerable state. Fi is good from the heart. Too good, in fact. A person like her doesn't deserve all this. Even Miley was heartbroken. He knows that he used to tease her and get on her nerves, but that was only to divert her attention towards him. So when he saw her on the hospital bench in a broken state, his heart clenched. She wasn't like other girls. Sure, she was feisty, but she was kind from the heart. He knows it is a cliché, but she is the kind of person he would like to spend his entire life with. He hopes she has the same feelings as him.

Until tonight. Because no matter how straight my posture was, no matter how calm my face looked under the flashing cameras, something inside me had already started to fracture. And they had done it. Derrick and Lilith. The memory of their words still echoed in my chest like a blade that refused to be pulled out. But I couldn’t afford to bleed here. Not in front of them. Not in front of everyone. So I lifted my chin. “I want to thank you all for coming tonight,” I continued, smoother now, reclaiming my rhythm. “This evening was prepared for one reason only—to remind us that beauty is not just seen. It is felt.”

Quiet, desperate, unstoppable. I pressed my forehead against the cold railing, letting the sobs shake through me. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t break for him. That I’d fight back. That I’d never let Damian Cruz reduce me to another casualty. But tonight, staring at the skyline while the ballroom glittered behind me, I realized something terrible. I was already broken. And no amount of pride could piece me back together. --- Damian’s POV Through the glass doors, I caught her. Alone on the balcony, shoulders curled, head bowed.