Built From Broken Novels & Stories

I hold the picture up for her to see, “and here is you kissing him. You can't see his face clearly for the obvious reason that his face is buried on yours but you can see his tattoo, clearly identifying him.” I was ready to give her the world, I put her first in everything and that still wasn't enough for her. “I'm an idiot,” I murmured, staring into her eyes one more time feeling more broken than ever. “I never want to see you again. Get out of my house” I say quietly. “Adam, I don't know who's behind this or what they stand to gain from it but I need you to remember the promise you made to me. I need you to trust me and know that I'm telling the truth.” She walks a step closer, “I didn't d

But something close enough to move forward. Something solid.

“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.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

Connor the con was already enough competition. *****************************************

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Had been wrong about the picture in every significant way. He looked at the four names.He had options.He always had options. That was the thing about having built as long and as carefully as he had. Even when the specific structure collapsed the knowledge of how to build remained.He could rebuild.Smaller. More certain. From a base that couldn't be compromised the way this one had been.Or.He looked at the city.

Not because we were unbreakable. But because we were willing to break and rebuild together.

After all these years together, do you have no trust in me at all? I looked at him coldly and said nothing. He gritted his teeth. "Fine. If you don't trust me, then we'll break up. "Julia, don't regret it." With that, he knocked over the fruit basket and slammed the door on his way out. I looked at the oranges scattered across the floor and smiled bitterly. He could not even remember that I was allergic to oranges. What trust was he talking about? There was no place for me in his heart. Why should I keep torturing myself with affection he no longer deserved?