The Broken One Novels & Stories

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

" I roared, slamming the phone onto the ground. Jessica’s departure had left me utterly drained, yet these people continued to suck the life out of me like leeches, greedily feeding off my blood. I closed my eyes and buried my head in my hands, overcome by despair.

We need to accept—* *No,* I insisted. *We hold. We give her time. Even if it costs everything.* *It already has cost everything,* Kael's voice was fading. *Marcus is gone. Rhett is gone. I am—I cannot hold much longer. My consciousness is—* He stopped. Not because he chose to. Because there was nothing left of him to speak. I was alone. The last fragment of the Broken Crown. The final piece of five who had been one. And I was being consumed so thoroughly that soon there would be nothing left to even remember we had existed.

The divorce from Sean went off without a hitch. Rowena got the boot and did not get a dime. After Bennett gave her a piece of his mind and everyone else gave her the cold shoulder, she had no choice but to crawl back to Sean. However, Sean was practically broke, barely getting by himself. Supporting her? Not a chance. Rowena's kick had left Sean with a bum leg that twisted as it healed. Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled.

“Jenna, I am not afraid of empty threats. And you can't mess with someone who is already messed up. As for breaking me up, I am sorry to disappoint you, but you can't break someone who is already broken.” “What do you mean?” “After so many years, your IQ is still the same. Well, I will explain. When a mirror is broken into a million pieces, would you be able to break it again?” Livy asked her like a teacher asking a five-year-old student. “How can I break a piece that is already broken? You stated that the mirror is broken.” Jenna was dumbfounded. “That's exactly my point.” With that, Olivia went to her class; followed by Sia, Mason, and Caleb.

“And I used a spell to end his reign of terror too. Only his sin wasn’t against the world. Just against me.” Her expression looks haunted but hard, and something about it tells me she had no choice but to do whatever it was she did. Being in the position I am now, I can’t even blame her. Hell, I’d be more likely to cheer her on. I wonder if her cryptic “among other things” answer regarding being covenless has something to do with this guy. I’m starting to find it surprising how many broken people there are in the world. Now that I’m one of them, it’s like I’m part of a special club. I can see broken people everywhere.

One broken. One whole. But peace like this? It never stays. Not when someone’s still watching. And I felt it, just beneath the silence, the next lie waiting to be broken.

Worship made me blind. Now I see. Now I take. Now I become the kind of man who doesn’t break. Because broken things don’t bleed. They cut.

Kael Draven did not answer my son for a long moment. I watched a man who'd commanded a continent search for words to a four-year-old and come up empty. "I'm not broken," he said at last. "I'm careful. There's a difference." "No there isn't," Luca said, with the devastating certainty of the very young and the very ill. "Careful is what broken people call it." Then he closed his eyes, exhausted by the sentence, and the heart monitor stuttered, and every doctor in the room moved at once, and the conversation was over.

I dont know what exactly my life is I'm a sinister I can't ruin that pure soul at any cost I'm in enough darkness I can't drag her into my dark world the world and people around me are not someone like her they're harmful and dangerous not less than monsters but she is a innocent and naive soul who can't harm anyone she is someone harmless I'm someone harmful where she is a pure soul human coming to me I'm a dark soul beast like match between heaven and hell which is completely impossible when my own mother can't love me how can someone else's child likes me expecting more results in pain I'm already a broken piece which cannot be fixed again, leaving the broken pieces watching how it is bro