Things That Are Broken Novels & Stories

"Come on, it's just a drawing. Shawn can whip up another one in no time. And don't forget, he's the one who got us into this mess! "Sue's been in a creative slump lately and can't seem to create anything she's satisfied with. She's lost her passion for painting, and to make things worse, Shawn ruined her hand. "Now she flinches and freaks out every time she sees a drawing!" Zach struck the lighter, and the flame sprang to life with a soft whoosh. "I'm begging you. Please, don't do this!" I dropped to my knees, desperately pleading with Zach. The glass shards dug into my skin, and blood started to trickle down.

Tell me what did your dad do to you? (Amy) Mom, ever since you divorced dad, dad has been bringing different women home each and every day. When I protest he beats me until I can't move. He even lost his job, he become a drunkard. The worst part is... Tears started flowing down her face. (Roslyn) WHAT DID HE DO?

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.

Trust is a fragile and precious bond that connects hearts and minds in an embrace of security and serenity. It's like delicate porcelain, carefully crafted over time, yet so easy to shatter. When trust is broken, it's as if the ground gives way beneath our feet, leaving us in an abyss of disillusionment and pain.

Unheard. Still watching. Still waiting. Not yet. But soon. Very soon. The first crack had already formed. And once something breaks— It never goes back the same way again.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.

“We break our own promises. We hurt each other. And then we get up and try again. Because the alternative is doing nothing now and letting the magic drive us like a team of wild horses.” She stared at me for a long moment. “That was actually a worse metaphor,” she said eventually. “Shut up,” I said, but there was no heat in it. Ronan huffed out a laugh. “We can write them down,” he said. “The rules. The things that are ours. Our… anchors. So when everything’s chaos, we have something to look back at and say, ‘No, we agreed we’re not those people, even if we’re tempted.’”

All of the kitchen utensils and the furnitures were scattered on the ground some of them were not in the right position even the smart TV was broken too like someone just bat it up and luckily their rooms weren't affected instead their door knobs were the only broken ones which kind of relief to them,but their main problem right now was the culprit. "I'm done with his games.."

Avery sat beside me, Ember bundled against her chest, asleep and blissfully unaware that the future of two packs was being discussed over her head. Stoneveil’s alpha spoke plainly. “Our land no longer sustains us the way it once did,” he said. “Not just in resources. In cohesion.” He did not name Cade. He didn’t have to. “The fractures were already there,” he continued. “What happened only made them visible.” I watched Avery from the corner of my eye. She was listening—not bracing, not guarding. Present. “We’ve discussed rebuilding,” one of their elders added. “But rebuilding something this compromised would take years. And we would remain vulnerable in the meantime.”