What Happens When You Break Novels & Stories

I cry out. Tears roll down my face as a sharp pain goes through my body. I hold on to the side of the cabinet, trying to focus on something else other than the pain but it doesn't seem to work. The side of the cabinet began to snap from the amount of pressure I put on it. I let out a cry as the cabinet completely breaks and the pain in my body becomes unbearable. It felt like I was burning from the inside out but I didn't die. I let out a blood-curdling scream causing the windows in the room to break as glass scattered through the room as I collapsed.

"What explanation would you have to justify a theft Diane? A breach of trust is that what you did has no presentation whatsoever, and I am afraid it is better that you leave the mansion, we will fulfill the contract as we had stipulated, but I will break it much sooner than budgeted, as soon as I can do it in a way that does not harm me and I hope you understand that." "Harry, but it's just that I love you" Diane felt her heart break in two at Harry's words, she was so intent on everything with him, the feelings for him were growing more each day and the heartbreak it gave her knowing he was treating her that way left her broken in a thousand pieces.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

Because when you get used to something, and then it suddenly disappears or breaks, it hurts so much. ~Ylluscion

I launch the empty cup in my hand across the room, the porcelain shattering as it hits the wall. I sag to the floor, screaming into my hands as I break down. I hear my mum fussing and Freya trying to calm me, but I don’t register their words as I scream out all my pain and frustration. Strong arms scoop me up and hold me close. I know it’s Axel without looking. I sense my guys closing in around us, lending me their strength and reassuring me. “Josie, I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down,” Deacon’s steady voice floats into my mind.

Georgia’s POV The banging on the door was so loud it shook the walls. I froze mid-step, my coffee cup slipping from my hand and breaking on the marble floor. My heart thudded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Open up! Police!” The words cut through the air like a blade. I swallowed hard, muttering to myself, No… this can’t be happening. Not now. When the door burst open, men in dark uniforms stormed in, their faces stone cold. They surrounded me before I could even breathe.

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

I said, looking around at the disaster we’ve made around the office—the overturned chair, papers everywhere, my clothes scattered across the floor—we both smiled at the scene. Outside the office, footsteps suddenly passed by the hallway. Both of us froze instantly. For one tense second, neither of us even breathed. Then the footsteps faded away. I exhaled sharply before laughing under my breath again, stepping down from the table. “One day,” I spoke, “you’re going to get us caught.” "Well, I'd just fire the one who dared interrupt his boss during his pleasure hours." He said, lifting up from me, closing his zip.

Taking a deep breath, I threw the cement piece as hard as I could at the window. To my amazement, it did break. Large shards of glass fell, as well as the cement, causing a lot of noise. I needed to move quickly. Not all the glass broke, but I was going to have to deal with a few cuts to get free. It wouldn’t be the worst thing I have experienced. I just prayed that the window was going to be big enough for me to get through. I heard a commotion coming from the top of the stairs. Looking over my shoulder I noticed one of the locks turn.

When she was wiping a vase, she suddenly crushed it! It didn't break when it fell to the ground. Instead, she held it in her hand and it broke inexplicably. This was not the first time that this kind of thing had happened. As long as the fragile things were in Jiang Yingying's hands, they would be easily broken. Even if it was just a bowl, it was easy for her to pinch a hole.