The Broken One Novels & Stories

Every good girl is warned about the bad boy, who goes looking for trouble, with split lips and bruised knuckles. But no one warns you about the broken ones,who stay so silent, you begin to wonder what's brewing in their heads, whose grey eyes are so hollow with intense sadness and darkness to them. Boys with rings underneath their eyes. Boys who whisper things so sweet and quietly you wonder if he was an angel. Luca is your broken bad boy, with a thunderstorm brewing deeply in his eyes, he finally finds someone who brings light to his life. Turns out she's also broken too. Together, through battles and unbreakable walls, they try to help each other fix their b

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.

I hate disgusting, cowardly men like that. “I said shut up! Leo has already taken care of that man!” Rose snapped, her brow furrowed. (I should have cut off his genitals and...) Crash! Rose stared at the mirror, now shattered into pieces before her, breathing heavily and glaring. “Your British accent really makes me sick! Next time I’ll lock you up, so you don’t disturb my enjoyment of this comfortable, clean city.” After that, her expression turned flirty again. “At least I like this outfit.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt a stinging pain in her knuckles. “I hate pain,” she grumbled irritably. “And blood. I hate blood.” (I like seeing people in pain.)

“But they are here. We need to move. Now.” Before I could process that, another figure rushed in. Massimo. His face was even worse. “There is more,” he said, struggling to catch his breath. “Someone else has breached the estate. Not Rinaldi’s men. Someone else.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “What do you mean someone else?” I demanded. “He is killing everyone he sees,” Massimo said, his voice trembling. “No hesitation. No mercy.” My stomach dropped. Who the hell was that?

I guess it was all in my head, I suddenly didn't feel like being around her anymore. I stood up, nodded my head at her and went out the front door. I just kept following my feet to wherever they were taking me, especially since it was away from Anne. I guess it was my time to get drunk, because I ended up in a bar. I know its not healthy to drink in the morning and all, but I had to get over this heart break. ************** Nine bottles later and I was already telling the guy waiting the bar all the problems I'd been through in life. He felt like my friend already,

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

Dakota What do they say about shattered hopes? They leave behind broken dreams, a heaviness in the heart that lingers like a haunting shadow. Then from the fragments, one can rebuild a stronger and more resilient spirit. All of it was a bunch of crap. I felt empty, useless, and without any hope. All that was left was to crawl into a hole. Axton broke me. Did I blame him? Not one bit. The poor man was innocent. He gave my life meaning and made me laugh and live again.

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

He would have managed, of course, because she was a friend, but it would have been exhausting. “Okay, we’ve talked about my broken fingers now,” he said and took a quick swig from his beer. “What about your broken heart? Or did you break his?” She blinked at the unusual introduction but seemed okay with it. “No…” she slowly said while stirring around in her soup. “He broke mine.” She ate a spoonful, before she continued. ”It’s a bit complicated. Because actually–” Suddenly her voice failed her and she turned away, blinking frantically to chase away tears.

then what next? I become homeless. And Alone. So afterall, the Moon Goddess made no mate for me. Was I born to live alone? With no warmth, no care, no love. All my life, I have known this feeling. The pathetic feeling. But I thought all that was over. He had looked into my eyes and promised that he'll be loyal. He said he would hold me dearly an be a pillar I can lean on. But I feel o broken right now. Broken into pieces that have been scattered into different parts of the earth.