What Happens When You Break Novels & Stories

And that fragile little girl? She would break.

Silas's POV I broke three things before I was satisfied. The glass first — a clean, sharp explosion that the men in the room absorbed without flinching. They'd learned. Then the lamp. Then a chair, which took real effort but was more satisfying than the rest combined. Something about breaking furniture tells the body it's doing something. I straightened my jacket. Sat back down.

that was three months ago now I'm just fighting to survive, working both online and manual jobs to meet up with my needs but thanks to skating I've been schooling through scholarships and sponsors now all that sacrifice and pain and years is about to be in vain because a Nepo baby decided to look like me. "Ariiiii "Clarisse yells my name from upstairs " come over here you gotta see this" she said waving her hands signaling me to hurry up. Clarisse typically my soulmate. she has been with me since we were 10 years old never left my side since then, her parents and my mom are friends. Clarisse is very intelligent she won gold medals in quizzes and academic marathons, sometimes I didn't know wh

Adrian asked, his hands pausing on his laces. "Let me see your left foot." Ethan gently gripped the toe of Adrian's boot, tilting it toward the harsh fluorescent light. He pointed to the structural seam. "Look at this. The locking mechanism is completely loose. If you take a hard turn on the ice, this blade is going to snap right out of the holder." Adrian’s eyes narrowed. He reached down and gave the steel runner a firm tug. With a sickening click, the blade wobbled loosely in his hand. If he had stepped onto the ice, his ankle would have snapped the moment he crossed the blue line.

My hands were flat on the surface in front of me. Then something inside me broke. Not cracked. Not fractured. Broke. Completely. Catastrophically. Like a dam that had been holding back an ocean for months finally giving way. I stood up and grabbed the edge of the desk. I flipped it. The massive oak structure crashed onto its side and sent papers and maps and pens scattering across the floor. The lamp shattered. Glass exploded across the stone. I grabbed the bookshelf next. Ripped it from the wall. Books rained down around me. Their pages fluttered like wounded birds.

I hit the window. I think I should break it. That way whoever is around will hear me more I use both my hands to hit the window but nothing happens.Its obviously not gonna break with just my palms. It's so funny how glasses easily break whenever we're home and our parents scream at us for it but when we urgently need a glass to break then it doesn't. As I hit the window, I hear footsteps coming from the door so I run there and wait as I hear the keys. The door slides open and I smile then walk forward to go out "Thank You so mu-" I started but get stopped by someone.

It was the sound of something fundamental breaking. “What’s happening?” My hand flew to my temple, fingers digging in as if I could physically anchor my consciousness. The teacup. I forgot I was holding it. One second, the smooth porcelain was a familiar weight in my palm, radiating comforting heat. The next, it was simply… gone. My fingers felt numb, disconnected. I heard the shatter before I fully registered the loss, a high, crystalline explosion that seemed impossibly loud, echoing the shattering happening inside me. Scalding tea sprayed my ankle, a sharp, distant sting barely registering against the overwhelming internal catastrophe.

I hadn’t gone five steps when my leg gave way, causing my hand to come into contact with Mom’s beautiful vase on the table. The sound of a vase breaking on the floor near where I had landed was deafening. As the crystals struck the ground, I felt some of them get into my body. I knew I was at the end when I heard the footsteps of people came here to my location and saw me in this situation.

I hit my clenched fists on the desk, and the desk broke in two. I turned and walked away, ignoring the disaster I had caused. I swerved the car roughly out of the garage, releasing thick smoke into the air, bashing into other cars in the process and breaking more rules as I sped out of the airport, with people scurrying out of the way like scared cats.