Without You I Feel Broke Novels & Stories

I said quietly just as a car honked nonstop across the street. Tom was still waiting for an answer and this time it was me who sighed. “He wasn't there Tom, he wasn't. We needed him. I needed him. And he wasn't there” I answered trying not to cry. “There's no point in being there now” I finished and took all my coffee in one gulp. The liquid went down my throat burning, but it was better than the feeling that had lodged itself in my chest. I got up and went to the counter to pay the bill.

"What's wrong?" "She... she's severing the bond," I gasped, the words torn from me. I curled into a ball on the floor, consumed by agony. SNAP. With one final, sickening crack, it was over. The emptiness swallowed my world whole. I felt like a walking corpse. "No... impossible..." I stared at my hands, trembling. "How could she... she loves me so much... how could she really sever the bond..." A colossal fear suddenly gripped my heart.

“And still lying for survival.” I lowered my hand slowly. “You should leave me alone, Rome.” “No.” The answer came too fast. A strange ache twisted in my chest. He leaned back against the leather seat, one arm stretched lazily while his sharp gaze remained locked onto me. “You know what pissed me off the most?” he said quietly. “I don’t care.” “You disappeared without giving me the chance to look for you.” I scoffed bitterly. “We were a sinking ship, Rome.” “Yes.” A faint smirk touched his mouth. “We were… but not anymore—until you decided to sunk that ship yourself.”

“I told Dan I’ll pay next week.” “You said that last week, too.” Noa closed his eyes tiredly. “I’m trying. My sister is sick, and I used the cash on me to…” “Save your stories, Noa. Do you think trying matters? Your father owed me a lot. Dead or alive, somebody pays.” The call ended coldly. Noa stared blankly at the screen for several seconds. Then, frustration exploded violently through him. He slammed the locker shut hard enough to startle nearby teammates.

Without you, I feel broken Like I'm half of a whole Without you, I've got no hand to hold Without you, I feel torn Like a sail in a storm Without you, I'm just a sad song You're the perfect melody The only harmony I wanna hear You're my favorite part of me With you standing next to me I've got nothing to fear It started clapping.. even I couldn't control my own hand and clapped spontaneously. I smiled at her. Without you, I feel broken Like I'm half of a whole Without you, I've got no hand to hold Without you, I feel torn Like a sail in a storm Without you Without you, I feel broken Like I'm half of a whole

" What the heck, is this actually happening to me? Maybe I'm starting to fall for him. I don't fucking get it. "Ooh, ooh, ooh, the reason I hold on Ooh, ooh, ooh, 'cause I need this hole gone Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving 'Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving. Not really sure how to feel about it. Something in the way you move Makes me feel like I can't live without you. Yeah, it takes me all the way.

Just add it to the list. I swallow hard, forcing my spine straight even though my knees feel suspiciously close to giving out. “Look,” I say, trying to sound steady, reasonable, not on the verge of hyperventilating. “I don’t know what you want, but trust me when I say I’m bloody broke.” My laugh comes out shaky, brittle. “Like… wallowing-in-debt broke. If you’re planning to kidnap me, just know you won’t be getting a dime. I don’t even have a family.”

“Tonight, when you still forced me to go to that gala, I was broken. My mother here needed me, and you wanted me to go for a party. Do you know how broken I was? Do you know how useless I felt? Maybe if I was rich, I could counter everything you’re saying, but I am not. I’m just a guy who worked in a company, and if anything was to happen to him, the world would go on as usual. But you are the great Alexander Taylor. Nothing would happen to you, and if something happened to you, the world would stop. People would lose their jobs, because without you, a lot of families would starve. They’d die. “Without me, nothing would happen. I can easily be replaced, but you can’t. That’s why you treated

I married Luca, the godfather I'd grown up with since childhood, and he tore off my veil with his own hands at our wedding. "The wedding is void. You were never the real Vitale princess." I turned to Dante and Sebastian in disbelief—the four of us grew up together, they adored me beyond reason, there was no way they'd just stand there and watch. But Sofia came walking toward me, smiling, an arm looped through each of theirs: "Sister, you're imagining things. The name and the engagement both belong to me." I tried to step forward and demand answers. Luca stepped on my train and sent me crashing to the floor. Sebastian crouched down, his smile gentle, his tone like someone coaxing a diso

I’m staring at the screen when the call ends. No money. No plan. No girl. No future. Even Xavier’s done trying to be my therapist. Paulina? God, I can’t even think of her without my stomach turning. I knew she was toxic, but I didn’t realize just how much of me she took with her when she left. And I can’t lie. Without her money? I’m fucking broke. That stings more than it should. I drag myself out to the bar, order two shots of something dark, and down them without tasting.