The Broken One Novels & Stories

He chuckled before whispering in my ear, "Everyone can be broken. You too will break. Soon." They both left a moment later, leaving me trembling and filled with dread. I placed one hand on my chest, feeling my heart thunder against my ribcage. I believed Eric's words. I believed it because, as I sat on that cold ground, overwhelmed by helplessness, something within me began to crack... ***

The Toll Fusilis Kendrick Broken. I’ve never seen anyone so broken. Her head slumps down as her tears wet the ashy soil. She sobs silently in front of her pack of hellhounds. They seem to respect her so much for not peeking up from the ground once. How does someone carry a burden so strong and not break it?

Like pieces of something ancient remembering where they belong. “The Moonwell will stabilize what was broken.” The entity’s voice softened as though pitying my anguish. But the last word hit me. ‘Broken’, The word hit too deep. “No—” Andres growled, pulling me against him. “She is not some vessel for your magic.” The entity tilted its head. “And yet she is the only one who can mend what she did not break.” A chill rushed down my spine. “Wh-at did I break?” I whispered, my tone broken.

I said into the mic and they started to chant my debut song; BROKEN". Following there request I started to sing the lyrics that made me the very person I'm today BROKEN by Jazz: I deluded myself that we could be one, But somehow, I was glad heartbreak met me, If not I wouldn't have realized your heart, I fell under your spell of love, Lost in the illusions of a Me and You, I can't deny that, But don't you ever say I was a fool, Chorus: All I ever wanted was your love, I never wanted to leave, All I wanted was for you to let me in,

When I married this woman, my plan was to break her and through her, break her family. But she might have been broken long before she came to me. I'm surrounded by broken people who have pasts that would fill a horror bookstore. I am broken. Dante is broken. Cane is broken. Every single man and woman working in the underground business is broken. Even Dalinda and Milton are broken. I live in a broken life. So, why did seeing my wife broken bother me this much? Something deep inside of me wanted to comfort her. Some twisted part of me wanted to reach for her and hold her tight, wipe her tears from her eyes.

Apologize immediately, or I'm taking him to a hotel. The absurd accusation made me scoff bitterly. "What about you? Did you forget you ran out of the bathroom, soaking wet, just to take a phone call?" My words triggered Sophia's memory, yet she stubbornly held onto her stance. "Then, you should've cleaned it up instead of... Wait, you're bleeding." When I felt something sticky between my fingers, I looked down and saw blood trickling down my arm. Sophia stepped closer to inspect my injury, but Adrian suddenly groaned in exaggerated pain. "My ankle really hurts, Soph. I might've broken it. It hurts so much..."

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

Abe stared expressionlessly at the fallen Breaker. The dark aura that surrounded the Dark God’s Divine Servant was no more. The little assassin was severely battered. His chest was a mess, and several of his ribs were broken. His heart had been completely obliterated, and if it wasn’t because of his special constitution, he would have long given up the ghost.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.