The Broken One Novels & Stories

Because once when I'm alone this is me. The foolish, Stupid Broken Adassah. Who does nothing about her broken heart but to cry in pain again and again.

Because based on his advices, he seems to be an expert in the problem I am facing. "I don't think you can win her back. Remember this Del Mundo, not everything that breaks is restored. Cianna's fragile, and you know that fragile should be handled with care because once it's broken, it can't be repaired. Glasses, vases and other fragile materials—ike this. . ." "What the h*ll!" I screamed after he dropped the glass he was holding. "Look at that glass, I broke it. Now, let me fix it." He knelt down to pick up the broken pieces of glass one by one.

I say glumly. “Why do you think that?” She asks, her tone sounding sad. “I’m broken and damaged. This should go to someone… who isn’t,” I say dejectedly. “You have been broken – physically and mentally – that’s true, but why does that make you undeserving of such a gift? The way I see it, it means you’re someone who can understand its significance and who will use it wisely,” she says as she locks her eyes with mine. “Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.”

“It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like… drowning.” Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s what it feels like when someone breaks you down long enough. You start believing the water’s stronger than you.” He stepped closer, but not too close. Just enough that his presence anchored her. “But you’re still here. You didn’t let it take you.” Her eyes burned, tears stinging. She dropped her gaze, whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I’m not broken.” “You are broken,” Ghost said simply. “We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.”

That's when I realized going through the alpha wouldn't help… To attack a system, you go through the motherboard…the Luna. Without the Luna, let's face it. This pack would be doomed. I mustered courage and pasted a massive smile on my face and strutted with so much confidence. I smirked as I closed the distance between us, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. There she was. Raven. The pack’s precious, broken Luna. The woman everyone still whispered about like she was some tragic saint, even after everything. Even after Marcus had made it clear she was no longer wanted.

Everyone of us is broken in one way or the other. We just find a way, a thing or a person that glues us together. And sometimes, we don’t even find that so we learn to live with our broken parts and wait for that day when they will stop hurting. ~ A. Gupta Violet

He's the one Alpha Noah is not afraid of. He knows what his mate can do to him because he's an Alpha. He has the ability to use the Alpha command on him. He can command him to hold still while he has his way with him, something he's experienced many times. ‘An Alpha did that to me. He broke me until there was nothing left. He took my innocence at the fucking age of eight! He beat me and broke my bones so many times I lost count. He kept me in a dark room, chained me, and left me hanging there. He didn't just break my body, he broke my spirit and took everything from me until there was nothing left, and I could barely lift my head, let alone drag myself to the corner to use the bathroom like

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

And Sara’s right arm was wrapped in gauze covering some other, unknown wound. Taking in the picture of his sweet, innocent niece, lying there, unmoving, was more than Johnny could handle. With a wrenching sob, a damn broke inside of him as he sank to his knees in tears. Johnny was beyond words, beyond grief, all he could think was that he had somehow let this happen.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.