The Broken Me Met Him Again Novels & Stories

By a small muffle. "S—Stop... don't hurt me," And that's when I lost my focus and let the attacker fuck with me.

He stopped and lowered his head as if it was hard for him to say the next part, “After Jess disappeared during a rogue attack. Everyone says she is dead, but I just don’t want to let myself believe it.” “So that’s why you stopped yourself the other night when I was in your room?” I asked him and he shook his head yes. “Do you think I am your second chance mate?” I now ask him and once again he shakes his head yes and says, “I felt a connection to you as soon as I met you, but I just thought it was because we were both two broken souls.” “I am broken.” I said as I lowered my head thinking about what had happened to me to make me this way.

I'm sure this is something that she'll realize as she gets older, but I want to make sure that she knows it's true from day one. "I was a broken man when I met her. I don't know how long I'd been broken, maybe I always was, but it didn't matter until I met her. The day that I met her, I don't know how to explain it in any other way except that she let the light back into my life when I didn't even realize I was in the dark." Junipers eyes blink open slightly and I immediately become nervous that she's about to cry and want Amelia. But she doesn't, she simply blinks up at me with her large dark eyes, her mums eyes. She seems to like me talking to her, so I keep going.

but now they didn’t listen, because my soul was breaking. I feel like nothing could break me, but ever since I met him, even the smallest things are causing me huge ruins. “Let me… go.” I sniffled, hanging on the bed, at least turn the light on. I sobbed. This is Levi Rutherford, his true side, I told you, he’s gonna hurt you in ways you won’t expect. But I thought nothing can’t surprise me anymore. “L… E…V… I” I cried again, no, no, not another episode. [“Don’t fight it”] I remembered.

My voice cracked, as I held back the tears threatening to fall. He pulled me closer, but then his phone vibrated again. He pulled away apologetically. "I have to take this last call, babe," he said, rolling off the bed. I stared at his back as he walked out, just hoping this time would be different, that Ethan would keep his promise.

“I had three children looking at me. Waiting for me to be strong.” He set his cup down on the table carefully. “I know I hurt you.” I turned back to face him. “Do you?” I asked. He swallowed. “Yes.” I walked closer again, stopping just a few steps away from him. “My heart was broken,” I said, my voice steadier than I felt. “Not cracked. Not slightly damaged. Broken.” His jaw tightened. “Can you tell me something?” I continued. He nodded slowly. “If a glass breaks… if it shatters into pieces… can you put it back together and make it look the same again?”

He’d always known exactly where to dig in, how to make me bleed. But this wasn’t the past. I wasn’t that broken girl anymore; I’d put myself back together, piece by jagged piece, into something harder and unbreakable. When the meeting finally ended, the room’s tension cracked, like a collective exhale. I gave a terse nod, dismissing the advisors. Even Connor.

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

“Even if it breaks her?” “I’m already broken,” I said. “What difference does it make?” He walked over, handed me the glass. “You’re not broken. Just unfinished.” I took the drink. Drained it. Looked him dead in the eyes. “And you think you’re the one to finish me?” “I know I am.” I left the penthouse at 4 a.m. No goodbyes. No promises. Just a body that felt used and a mind that felt alive again. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. Whether Mira would hate me, whether Dante would disappear again, or whether I’d fall back into something that would destroy me all over again.

I whisper. He looks down at me, surprised, but he doesn’t deny it. “We’ve all changed,” he finally mutters, “in good ways and bad.” I pull away, looking up at him, and finding nothing but kindness and affection in his eyes. “Do you think I’m broken, Brook?” I ask, suddenly terrified of what his answer will be. I know I am. I’ve shattered completely. If I looked into a mirror now, I wouldn’t recognize myself. My soul has fractured since Akin’s death, but there are other parts of my soul that have to keep surviving. One part of my soul belongs to Brook.