The Broke God Novels & Stories

While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering. A desire to control others is the underlining reason behind all this, and who is the father of control but the fallen angel, Lucifer, who lost control and hates all that is from Yahveh.

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

I typed another message but this time it wasn’t about my husband but to the one who broke me after years of giving all that I have. ‘See me at Bravo café this afternoon. I will answer all your questions.’ I pressed both of my lips as I was hoping that he would agree on meeting me. Sipping the frappe I ordered a while ago and spent more time being alone was the best for me especially on my mental health. “I guess he would not come.” I whispered and sparingly smiled as I shut down my laptop and felt the failure in me. “Grace Miller.” A hoarse voice echoed from behind and as I turned to him the wind blew perfectly and our eyes met like he was trying to read me from head to toe.

He felt much more at ease with this little thing around. "By the way, I heard that breaking through to the Divine Realm will bring about Divine Tribulation. Is the power of Divine Tribulation very strong?" Samuel continued to ask. The saying "Divine Tribulation" did exist. A person who had broken the realm and reached the Divine Realm needed to be completely reborn. Only when he broke away from the body of a mortal could he be called a God. The baptism of the Divine Tribulation could make a mortal get rid of his mortal body.

I turned my gaze on him, letting my voice cool to ice. “I broke off that bond. Officially. By the Moon goddess heself, I feel nothing.” That made him blink. For a moment he seemed to believe me, then he laughed, low and incredulous. “You’re impossible to figure out.” “Thank you,” I said, deadpan. “So,” he confused with a smirk far to big. “That name you used back there, the one you broke the bond with—”

Somewhere along the way, between last night and this morning, he'd had something brewing in his gut. For whatever reason, he liked her, like really liked her. She was sweet, genuine, sexy as fuck, and broken. That was the one thing he kept coming back to. Even as she tried to put on a brave front, he could see that she was still suffering. He wasn't sure if his natural brand of fuck 'em and bounce was gonna be any help to her, but he knew he didn't like the raw deal she'd gotten. If he could bring her out of that shell just a little, give her some of her own back well then. And if she let him fuck, well, so much the fucking better.

Mrs Maria banged her hands on the table, staring at me with angered eyes. I rubbed my thighs uncomfortably, gulping in fear. "Oh my God! This is bad!" Mrs Maria utters standing up from her chair. She paced around her office thinking deep then she came to a halt and stared at me wide eyes. "What is it Ma'am?" I asked concerned. "Christian, the gem of Abaddon could only be broken by Arkalis and since Arkalis is dead.." "Anastasia is the only one alive who could break it and return Abaddon's power." I completed her explanation, feeling dreadful of the choice Anastasia had made.

You promised" "He doesn't deserve you, princess. Let him go" "I can't. I love him and we promised to be together forever" "Promises are meant to be broken, Princess." "But..... But if I let him go then I'll be all alone." "You've never been alone Princess. I'm here" "But I can't even see you" "That is because you don't want to see me. Open your eyes and look at me. Really look"

She craved to know that. All her life, happiness came in fragments whereas pain was like an abundant sea, always knocking her down under its waves. Still she never felt her faith wavering in her God. Her God is watching over her and this sole fact empowers her like nothing. She wakes up every day, smiles through life and sleep, knowing she is not alone. This is why, she always come to his sanctuary whenever she feels down and defeated. And today was one of those days. This is the only place where she can be herself; that is broken and miserable.