This Ain't Your Mama's Broken Heart Novels & Stories

My voice broke, a whisper now. “Maybe I don’t want it anymore.” Jace’s hand tightened gently on my arm, his eyes dark and unreadable. “Then don’t.” The words sliced clean through me, leaving nothing but silence in their wake.

I can’t relate, but I can understand him. “Ralph, I don’t think any mom wants to watch their child call another person mom. So if she allowed it to happen, it may be true that it was beyond her control. Today is supposed to be a happy day; we are not supposed to start the day like this. Please,” I said to him and went and sat on the bed. The pains were beginning to set in, so I guess the anesthesia was finally wearing off. Ralph didn’t look pleased with how everyone was scolding him, but the truth had to be told, Anne must have died every night not being able to hear him call her mom. I’ve been a mother for about a day, and I can feel the pain of not being able to hold your baby and hear the

During a holiday, when I told my mother that my boyfriend would be coming to my house, her expression darkened. Tears welled up in her eyes as she touched my face and said in a hoarse voice, “Oh my God... Thank God you’re still alive. “Do you remember what day this is? This time, I’m not letting you die.” She acted as if she were possessed and screamed at me hysterically, “He’s a serial killer! We’ll all die if he comes today. Last time around, I was the only one left!” I believed her. I broke up with him and called the police to have him arrested. I let out a sigh of relief as I watched him get taken away, and my mother revealed a triumphant smile. She then said calmly, “That’s that.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

TARDINESS was one of the negative traits that don't exist in his vocabulary. Nevertheless, Ira Miguel had to break his rule because of the annoying traffic jam. He could've requested his driver to give them a ride because the latter had better knowledge of shortcuts, but he didn't have the heart to do so. Sukrru needed to prepare for his daughter's eighteenth birthday celebration tonight. So off they go.

She is just being lowkey because she thinks I'm just poor and I'm not up to her standards even though I'm physically qualified. Anyway, those thoughts cheered me up even more. I even hummed along with the song playing on the stereo. If I'm not mistaken it was Maybe This Time by David Murphy. Ah, Carmelita... Carmelita... Soon you will fall into my trap. You will be the first one who will taste the revenge of a man who's been broken and hurt by your kind. I was still humming the song. I was in my best mood. And unknowingly, I did not notice a pair of eyes that were secretly and carefully checking my every move.

A crying, lonely, mother… ♧♧♧ ♧♧♧ Yeah y'all got krissed sorry about that

"Making you ready. Breaking you down so you can be rebuilt. The True Origin can't merge with you as you are. You're too limited. Too human. Too small. You need to be bigger. Stronger. More." "I won't let you break me." "You won't have a choice." She attacks. Faster than thought. Void energy slamming into me. My mates fight back. All four of them. Protecting me. Loving me. Dying for me. But my mother is too strong. Too powerful. Too corrupted. She tears through them. Not killing. Just incapacitating. Leaving them broken and bleeding while she comes for me. "I'm sorry," she sobs. "I love you so much. But I have to do this. Have to prepare you. Have to break you. It's the only way."

But it’s time I finally change the narrative. I start to sing Lose it All, a song I never planned to give to Camilla. I close my eyes, take one last breath, before I let my voice come out. This is for you, Mama. “Broken bird, broken wing, all the calmness that you bring seems to me like just another day. Struggling just to take flight, the lessons we learned overnight, an empty bed where you no longer lay.” I continue with the lyrics, my voice projecting into the crowd.