Them's The Breaks Novels & Stories

“We didn’t take it!” YOU CARRY ME. Emmy held up her key. “I carry something that used to be part of you.” The Keeper roared. MINE. Emmy’s anger surged. “No.” Ignisvath almost laughed. The Keeper focused on her. MINE. “That’s exactly the problem!” The ocean shook. I WAS BROKEN. “I know.” That stopped it. Emmy softened. “I know what they did.” The Keeper’s countless eyes watched. “They broke you apart.” YES.

asked Emma. "Perhaps, the right question is what happened to you both today," said Shawn. "Emma wants a break because she feels she is falling back in her studies," said Andre. "Is that a joke?" asked Megan. "Yes, I feel that I need a small break at least." "What do you mean by a small break?" asked Willie. "Like less talk and dates." "It will be better to break up rather than having that kind of break," said Jessica. "Can I have you as my girlfriend then? I am okay with such a break," said Shawn.

It was final, like he’d already locked the truth away. I stepped back, but not without one last look at him. “Fine. But you can’t keep doing this forever, Theo. Whatever it is—you’ll break under it if you don’t let someone in.” His reply was almost a whisper, so faint I almost missed it: “Some things are worth breaking for.” And I walked back inside, confused, worried for him—but still blind to what he truly meant

They aren't even actively thrusting yet—they are using my own weight to seat me on both of them at once. And Logan and Brandon aren't just athletes. They are Stormbreakers—built on a scale that feels larger than life. At this point, the team should just be renamed the Lyon-Breakers, because as I take Logan in the front and Brandon in the back, I have never felt so utterly, completely consumed.

“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.

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.

a crease formed on my forehead as I looked into his eyes. It once again caught some pieces of my heart that fell when I saw how the light coming from the moon reflected on them. His pair of orbs could really be the death of me someday. Damn, it's scary! “Nah. As what you've said, I beg to disagree Mr. Maxim Alexander. Taking a break doesn't mean you need to delay whatever you're doing. To say that it would be a waste of time isn’t really making me stay still on the side. Because a break is what everyone needs when things are out of their control.”

"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?"