The Breakable Novels & Stories

Her breath caught. “But breaking doesn’t always mean ending,” I continued, my voice gentler now, steadier as I managed to sniff in my snort. “Sometimes it just means we come back… differently.” She stared at me like she was trying to hold onto every word, like they might slip away if she didn’t. “There’s a saying,” I added, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek, my thumb lingering there for just a second, “pieces broken beyond repair that come back together can’t be broken again.”

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.

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

Until he engulfed me into the biggest, longest, best hug. It was almost like he fixed all my broken pieces.

In the end, the man with smaller build was thrown into the stage by his opponent, his body deformed and devoid of any breath, his bones showing from his flesh while a group of people with pain written on their faces carry his corpse out of the Colosseum. The crowd cheers, shouting the winner's name. "Breaker! Breaker!" "Breaker! Breaker!" "Breaker! Breaker!" The winner called Breaker is a very tall man, almost seven feet tall, his entire body is filled with muscles that can shatter bones. He is a bald man with tattoos all over his body except his face. He is called as 'Breaker' because he loves to destroy his opponent's bones. The audience shout even louder after he blew a kiss to them.

The Mirror of Nothing Inside the shadow of the Breaker, Kael stood on the deck. He saw a version of himself that had died during the first Reset. He saw a version where he was still the Architect of the United Cities. "I... AM... THE... FINAL... TRUTH," the Void-Breaker hummed, a sound that felt like sandpaper on the soul. "ALL... STORIES... MUST... END... IN... THE... BLANK."

Used to break me. And I almost let it.

Something permanent. And nothing. Nothing will ever break us apart.

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.

Georgia’s POV The banging on the door was so loud it shook the walls. I froze mid-step, my coffee cup slipping from my hand and breaking on the marble floor. My heart thudded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Open up! Police!” The words cut through the air like a blade. I swallowed hard, muttering to myself, No… this can’t be happening. Not now. When the door burst open, men in dark uniforms stormed in, their faces stone cold. They surrounded me before I could even breathe.