Novel & Cerita The Broke God

He said my name and still gave her what used to be mine. And I watched it all. I watched her hands where mine used to rest. Her lips on skin that once belonged to me. And I broke. Goddess, I broke. I broke like glass being thrown against stone shards, flying in every direction, slicing through everything I had left, and I had no control over it. Every part of me begged for it to stop. But it didn’t. I thought dying would be the worst thing that ever happened to me. But I was wrong.

an old man behind the second woman said. "Could he be the god of war?" Someone listening to the gossip asked. The women set their eyes on the old man waiting for his response, the old man observed Broderick and said," there is only one god of war in the world." "Is he the one?" "Tell us, is he the one?" Before the old man could respond to the women's question, Broderick shouted like thunder as he beat his chest, "I will destroy kingdoms and break powers. I will crumble principalities."

I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest. They let out a carefree laugh as they continue to help themselves in my kitchen. “I knew I would love you; such a quick wit.” I take a step forward. “It’s Ezillus, right?” They beam at me in clear delight. “Jartre’s told you about me! I’m honoured.” I place my keys and phone on the kitchen counter and then lean against it. “So, what are you the God of? Breaking and Entering?” They let out an amused snort. “In simple terms, I’m the God of the Elements.”

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 room went still. Even First Man pause, his skeletal mask turning toward the Broken with renewed interest. "That is a dangerous ambition, Broken. Satan Heirs are not easily killed. . Why would you betray your own kind?" The Broken leaned forward. "Because one of them killed my brother. He was my blood, my flesh, my only family. And he was taken from me by one of the Heirs. I do not know which one and I do not know why. But I will find out. And when I do, I will end them. Permanently."

Without caring about the mockery of the Dragon God, Apollyon spread his arm towards the Grail, and all the world around him seemed to shatter. ... ... "Congratulations!" The boy looked around the familiar surroundings where he had met the Dragon God in a daze. His experience this whole month had been extraordinary, yet, after returning here, everything seemed like a dream. "Was everything an illusion?" "What do you think?" "I would prefer it if that were the case, but I doubt it." "Haha, naturally, Stormbreaker was my subordinate, a loyal one, more so. It's a pity you killed him," the Dragon God commented with a laugh.

Her heartbreaking into a million pieces. She broke him. She broke him again. I*******m- Buee_Dreams64

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

I collapsed to the floor. 'AIDS, positive.'

Completely. “Always.” Noah tilted his head. “But where are you going?” Damian’s eyes filled. And I had never seen him like that before. Never. “I’ll come back,” he lied gently. And I knew it was a lie. But Noah didn’t. “Promise?” he asked. Damian hesitated. Just a second too long. Then he whispered: “Promise.” My chest tore open. Because I knew— that promise was already broken. The officers pulled him away.