Them's The Breaks Novels & Stories

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

“Anna, that’s enough.” But it wasn’t. Because they were still there. Still trying. Still reaching. Still a threat. “They’ll keep coming,” I said. “Then we deal with it—” “This is dealing with it.” My hand lifted slightly. And the pressure increased. The first crack echoed. Loud. Sharp. One of them Broke. Not fell. Not stumbled. Broke. Like glass under too much force. The other two reacted instantly. Trying to move. To escape. But they couldn’t.

Then he said, "What an interesting brat," And broke my neck. *Crack*

All it takes… Is the right pressure. "Get a girl to break them up."

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

Yet, in his black coat, Gabriel's figure remained as upright as ever. His gaze was cold and menacing, brimming with the ominous calm before a tempest. "Get out!" he roared. I immediately stood to leave. Behind me came the sound of a glass shattering, followed by Dillon's furious shouting and Miranda's muffled sobs. The sound of harsh slaps rang through the room. Gritting his teeth, he endured the pain and shouted in fury, "Get out of here! All of you! Who gave you permission to come see me? I don't want to see anyone!"

It is more comfortable to be with hypocrites than to live in a constant struggle with honesty. People are ungrateful and boring. Relationships are boring. Football is boring. Politics is boring. The job market is boring. Society is boring. The world is boring'. This one I wrote when I met a guy and we used to kiss on break from work. It lasted a few months, until I wanted to switch from chicken coxinha to stroganoff and he didn't want to. Shallow people, you know? Salty sauce, ketchup and mayonnaise And a cup of coffee. It was the rite. Snack break? We ran to the cafeteria at the bus terminal and the attendants already knew what the order would be just by looking at us.

blinking my eyes, an image of the guy who wore specs flashed in my mind. I gulped. What the heck. “You mean? We're going home with them?” I asked, confused. I breathed deeply when she laughed at my question. “Nah, silly. They decided to take a break from school and it's a good thing that tomorrow's weekend, they don't have schedules from then. Let's have a drink, call?” She moved her brows up and down, trying to make a point that I had a hard time understanding what was that all about. I crossed my arms and leaned my back at the locker and stared at my friend.

"How dare you slit your own throat! Haven't you always been the stubborn one? The third time we divorced, didn't you say you were going to fight me for the rest of your life? Answer me!" She suddenly jerked her head up, her eyes so red that they were almost scary. "Haven't you always been good at talking back? You'd snap back at me and argue with me each time. I say one thing, and you've got ten protests ready… So why aren't you saying anything now?"

"There's no need for that, Nicholas. We should—" Before I could get the words "break up" out of my mouth, a soft, dainty voice chirped from beside him. "Nicholas, we should get going. If we don't leave now, we'll miss the start of the show. You can't back out now. You've never stood me up before." I looked up and caught the provocative glint flickering in Madeline's eyes. Nicholas turned back to me. "Anyway, I'm heading out. Get home safe."