The Broken One Novels & Stories

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.

Just us. As laughter and music swelled around them, the camera of memory captured the moment of four hearts, once fractured, now mended. Not perfect. But whole. Because sometimes, the night didn't end in darkness. Sometimes, it ended in light. And that was enough.

'I'll make everything alright," he drew closer. Angela's gaze snapped at him. Her gaze bitter and unconvinced. "What will make you right, huh? They calling me a homewrecker. They believe I am the villain who came between you two. I forced you two apart so that I could have you. How you gonna right this?" she demanded venomously. Why do always women have to bear the brunt of broken marriage. Nick crouched to her level and held her hand.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

Her chest pain intensified even further. "Honey," her mother cooed softly, opening her arms. Bella crumbled into her embrace. The warmth should have comforted her, yet it only highlighted how shattered she felt within her. Her voice broke as she sobbed, "Mum, Marcus rejected me." "My mate rejected me." The words felt bitter on her tongue. Expressing thoughts verbally made them feel more genuine. She had wished—prayed—that this was a terrible dream from which she would awaken. However, it was not.

One day she will understand she was made for no one else. Until then, I will keep breaking her, piece by piece, and reassembling her into something better. Something mine. Because broken things belong to the one who breaks them. And she is mine.

Broken people understand the pain of broken people. "Thank you for sharing this hidden part of yours." He laid his head on my shoulder. "Broken people understand the pain of broken people..." I whispered as he nodded in acknowledgment.

The mirror invites Perci to see his soul and the condition of his heart, to look past physical features. He sees nothing but a man in his 40's, single and broken. 'I wish I had not met you again.' He broke the mirror; it was the last mirror in his room because the rest is broken. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once small. From a perfect mirror to something that is unrecognizable. He watches each fragment fly outward until they lie still yet vicious on the Marmol floor. Breaking glass has become his art and comfort. There is nothing more broken than his heart. Those fragments are nothing compared to his heart. He watched them shatter and release just a fragmen

The boy was trembling, the gold-violet glow of his hair flickering like a dying candle. "The North belongs to the broken?" The man laughed, a sound like glass being ground into a wound. "That’s a nice sentiment for a Hallmark card, Genesis. But in a high-tier web novel, 'The Broken' are only interesting when they are currently being smashed. If you want to keep the audience, you need a 'Crisis'." Lyra lunged from the shadows, her shadow-wings a violent canopy of violet starlight. She struck the man with her obsidian blade, but the metal stopped inches from his chest, hitting an invisible wall of "Negative Feedback."

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j