The Broken Me Met Him Again Novels & Stories

By the time I stepped outside the building, King and Giselle were already waiting near the front steps. "You look like you've been through a war," King said the moment he saw me. "I feel like it." I sighed. "Come on. I'll buy you coffee." He chuckled. "I'm broke." King raised an eyebrow. "Since when?" I hesitated for the briefest moment. Since this morning, when Ryan had thrown me out of his car before school and I'd been too embarrassed to admit I barely had enough money left to get through the week. Instead, I shrugged. "I... lost my money." The lie came easier than I wanted it to.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

Coated my cheeks in a sheet of moisture. But the laughing didn't stop. "I really am fucking broken, aren't I?" I asked through my fits. Bellamy shook his head. "Broken doesn't mean unfixable. We will get through this. Whatever you need, I will be here. Even if you don't tell him about me-" Another choked maniacal laugh rumbled into being between us. I couldn't help it.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Damn it! She might not return to this restaurant again. She might think I'm stalking her. Guess I've lost this one. * * * * * * * * ' So tell me, did you meet your angel?' Raphael asked immediately I entered. He was still at my house. ' Oh no! Your facial expression tells me you didn't meet her. Too bad!' He whined and chuckled. ' What are you still doing here?' I asked ignoring his teasing.

"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

If I discovered that you have lied or manipulated us in any way, I would break you beyond repairs little mate,' Roy said and moved out of the room. I bent over as the tears rushed from my eyes. I was surprised to see Roman enter into the room. He must not have gone far. He took hold of my arm and pulled me to his chest. 'It is okay Raven. You need to keep it together for April. We will talk about this later,' Roman said rubbing circles on my back. 'Roy said he would break me beyond repairs,' I sobbed into his chest. 'He can't and he won't. He is just angry. He thought you lied to us. Don't bother yourself. If he breaks you, I will heal you,' Roman said it like a vow.

Eugene said, resting his head against mine as we watched our happy family. Even though we didn't have a fairytale beginning and had a lot of ups and downs in our progressing relationship, we met each other halfway. We were too scared to light the spark between us, afraid it might break us both in the end. And even though we were both broken, Eugene more than me, we took each other's broken pieces and built each other up again. We were two broken hearts who met each other at the most unexpected time, and we each gave our half to the other to mend the broken parts. We were there for each other, sometimes just lagging a bit behind, but we were there. And if this wasn't what one would call love,

I didn’t look broken anymore. “I always come back for what’s mine.”

Ready to break you into nothing to get there. I had told him that there was nothing left in me to break, but he didn't believe me. And he was right, there was still something left. My feelings for him. I truly feel utterly and completely broken. Ashton won.