The Breakable Novels & Stories

Without Dad's financial support, I have maybe two months of tuition money saved from my part-time job at the campus writing center. The security guard's radio crackles. "Building needs to be secured in fifteen minutes." "Almost done," I call back, shoving the last of my toiletries into a bag. My reflection catches in the mirror above my dresser. I look like a stranger—hollow-eyed, pale, wearing the same clothes I've had on for two days. When did I start looking so broken? "Hey," Maya touches my shoulder gently. "You're going to get through this." "Am I?" The question slips out before I can stop it. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like my life is over."

"Only because you're not thinking properly. There's no such thing as an unbreakable curse, you're too narrow-minded to think of how it's possible. It's as clear as day." "Then the day must be quite dark. Because I have no idea!" I lost my temper, standing up as my hand scraped against the desk, cleaning everything but the monitor onto the floor as it fell with a loud crash, some things breaking, others flying away to a distance. But the messy action helped to calm me down at least a little while Cordelia patiently waited for me. "If the curse breaks. I will be as much on her hit list as you, so remember Malachi, the only one that can possibly be stood by your side right now, is me."

And yet— As she lay there in the dark, Orion’s arms around her, the den sleeping, the forest breathing, the Goddess very much *there* even in Her strain, Luna understood something she had not before: Broken did not mean ended. Cracked did not mean useless. It meant exposed. It meant ripe for new shapes. She had been broken once. More than once. She had thought each shatter was the end. It had been, each time, a doorway. “Fine,” she whispered into the dark. “Show me, then. I will watch. I will listen. I will not rush. But when it is time to move, I will not look away.” In the distance, beyond sight, the vast, wounded face of the Moon turned a fraction.

I can’t fall apart right now. I star at the wall, and something inside me just… breaks. Not in a way I expected. It’s not the kind of breakdown where you get mad and throw things. It’s a slow kind of break. Like when as crack starts in the foundation of a building, and no one notices until the whole thing’s about to come down.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

Because the first one to break might not make it out alive. * * * - - - - - To be continued - - - - -

"Qi breaker Bro?" Dumb Fidas was stunned. This insidious secret medicine was exclusive to his subordinate, Qi Ning. But soon, Dumb Fidas came to his senses. The group of people must have snatched Qi Ning's Qi breaker Bro and now the other party were going to use it to deal with them. They used to use Qi breaker Bro to deal with others, so they didn't know how vicious this secret medicine was. Dumb Fidas suddenly felt bitter when he saw that the others were lying on the ground, and he felt bitter in his heart.

OLIVER Watching Lucy and Matice dancing made me smile. I felt like she was my baby sister, but she was, in fact, three years older. I felt guilty for not inserting myself into her life sooner, watching from afar, trying to keep her safe. I failed her in so many ways, and yet it never broke her. She was going through hell right now. Astrid was barely holding on. If she weren't a Bennet wolf, she would have lost her that night. The thought of losing a key piece of yourself is something no wolf should go through. Vader was so much a part of who I was. I would be broken without him. I shook the thought off as I grabbed the drinks from the bar and brought them over to our table, shoving my feelin

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.

(Amy POV) I woke up looking at an unfamiliar ceiling to me, then I remembered that was about to beat and ....rape, but this time he passed out drunk on my bedroom floor, so I took that God giving opportunity and phoned Riley my new friend to pick me up from this hell I have been living all my life. Am even happier that he came to my aide when I needed it the most. So this is his house, This room is pretty nice. I heard a light knock on the door. Who is it?