Breaking Stories

Book One in Broken Series Ira Sen A girl who was mischievous and bubbly. Things happened which led to a sad, controlled behaviour of hers. To know about her story and her part please do read the story. You won't regret reading the story. It's all of how she believed trust and lost her belief in both trust and love. And the way she learns to love again. It's all filled with trust which is broken. She learns to trust and rely again slowly. So, it does contain romance but, it takes time as she has to grow and learn again. Hope so you enjoy the story. . . . . . 🫧🦋

"He was a storm I never asked for.I was the silence he loved to break..." Rank 1 in Innocent love. 12/08/2025. Rank 2 in Breaking. 13/01/2026. Rank 2 in Tears. 14/01/2026.

The dorm rules were simple: • No parties. • No fighting. • Absolutely no fraternizing with residents. Paul Lahote made it a point to break all three-every single day. Worse yet, he made it a point to try and get Cherry Carter to break them, too. Unfortunately, she was the RA stuck writing him up every week. He thought she was uptight. She knew he was a menace. Everyone else joked that they argued like an old married couple. But when the lines blurred between hating him and needing him, Cherry wasn't quite sure which one of them was in more trouble. Disclaimer: this is a college AU in which all characters are human without special abilities. In addition to this, the characters are all aged up (excluding Sam, who is aged down)

She's alone in a room. Her heart is broken. Her soul is scattered. She needs an escape. So she writes her thoughts. She has nothing left to lose, So why not share it all? [Part three of 'Poetry in an empty room'] WARNING: If mentions of: •SUICIDE •SUICIDAL THOUGHTS •SELF HARM Trigger you/make you uneasy, then this story is not for you! Please don't read for your own well-being! Started on: 3/20/20

The Grammys, The Streets, and The Ghost of Renee Good: America's Breaking Point

Her Pages Diary Entry: 01.29.26 I come to school with a smile. A practiced one. A careful one. The kind that fools people into thinking I'm okay. The kind that convinces them there's nothing to ask, nothing to worry about, nothing to stay for. They see the smile, but they never see me. They never notice my eyes-how they dim just a little, how the tears don't fall anymore, only gather quietly in the corners, learning to hide the same way I learned to hide. No one hears the nights I cry myself empty. The nights I beg-out loud, then in whispers, then only in my thoughts. The nights I kneel on cold floors, hands shaking, praying to God not for happiness, but for the pain to leave me for just a little while. Just enough to breathe. Just enough to survive another day. I'm kind. The kind that gives without keeping score. I'm loud-not because I want attention, but because silence never held me the way words do. I'm energetic, always moving, always showing up, always trying to bring light into rooms I feel heavy in. I'm faithful-to people, to promises, to hope, even when hope keeps disappointing me. I carry everyone's world on my shoulders as if it were my own. I listen. I stay. I understand. I become everyone's pamunas ng luha, the place they rest their sadness, the voice that tells them it will be okay-even when I don't know if it will be okay for me. But when I break, no one offers me their shoulder. When my voice cracks, the room goes quiet-not to listen, but to look away. When I'm tired, truly tired, no one notices. When I'm screaming inside, it's treated like noise, not a cry for help. They avoid my eyes-the eyes of someone who's been holding back for so long, someone who learned to be strong because I was never given the choice to be weak. They don't see that I'm already breaking. Or maybe they see it-and choose not to stay......

Some might say that pain is an illusion, that it's all inside your mind. However, I must disagree, because I fell pain all around me. Running down my arms, gliding through my hair. It's impossible to ignore. While most things come and go, Pain will always remain. {Breaking Dawn 1&2}

If you play with fire you're bound to get burned. A tale about decalescence Mercury and the catastrophes that follow after her encounter with Sun.

*This takes place when Bella is pregnant* When Jake found out that Bella was pregnant he ran back to his pack to explain the situation. They finally decided that the "fetus" needed to be killed. It would be a danger to everyone, not just Bella. Jacob agrees with them. They take their time planing the attack on the Cullen family, and increasing there numbers. They know that they wont be able to beat such powerful vampires, such a powerful family. Once they attack, they find they were to late. Renesme has already been born and Bella is now a powerful vampire. Jake does not imprint on Renesme, but instead on Bella. Will that stop the pack from killing Bella's precious baby girl? What does Edward do once he figures out Jake has imprinted on his immortal wife? And what happens when the volturi find out about Renesme? Will it end up in war? And what happens when they find out Bella has more than one power? She has her shield, her own power brought over into Immortal life, and she is a Mirror. She soaks in (Copies) any talents, any powers, any ability that she comes across. The volturi will stop at nothing to get what the want. *******The fist chapter is just explaining about how everyone is feeling. The next chapter will be much better, I promise. This story takes place in Bella's POV, Jake's and Edwards. Pleas READ, VOTE AND FAN. Enjoy the story!*********

Everyone in trolltopia is happy as always and branch would be too if today wasn't one of the worst days of his life

Alice sits down and tells Carlisle and Esme about the battle she saw. Pretty much self-explanatory, and a bit of healing with Carlisle and Esme.

A Twilight fanfic that follows the life of Renesmee Cullen, a vampire-human hybrid who has a vampire family and a werewolf who imprinted on her.

the rewrite of Mourning Doves {see this as my official retirement work} Dove Williams travels to Forks, Washington with her cousin Bella Swan...

Have you ever fought with a girl for a guy? Probably. But have you ever fought with your best friend for a boy?Maybe. But this is extra have you ever fought with three of your best friends. FOUR girls fighting for ONE BOY? EXTREME!!!!!!! Join Gabrielle, Zoey, Mackenzie and Jasmine to see who gets the guy!!<3

Elizabeth, Liz, is back, and this time, she isn't in the safe haven in Hogwarts, but is instead in extreme danger, in the largest wizarding war. Everyone she loves around her is in danger, especially her boyfriend Jake, who swore he would protect her at all costs. Liz is trying to help the on-the-run trio, Harry, Ron and Hermione with their mission with the horcruxes. When she finds out about how the Deathly Hallows are real though, Liz's fear of losing Jake are magnified, and she knows she has to keep her head on. Although Voldemort is chasing after Liz to destroy his life-long hatred of her, and the threat, he knows Liz can't run away forever. But what Voldemort doesn't know is that Liz doesn't go down without a fight.

things i need to say sorry and thank you for ： completed: 07-08-2017

Just going to be a lot of poems. Hope y'all like sweethearts!!

Thousands of kids have gone through parents breaking up then getting re-married. Usually the step parent is pretty nice and manageable but of course you get some who are down right nasty. Danielle "Danny" unfortuanly got one of the nasty ones and instead of staying quiet and dealing with it, she's coming up with ways to fight back and break them up. ©Copyright Alena Smith

This is a letter I wrote to my best friend. I wrote this letter a few years back. I knew this letter existed and while cleaning out my computer I stumbled upon it. I had not read this letter since the day I had sent it. When I did I was hit with the emotion of a girl who was breaking and was trying to keep herself together with scotch tape. This letter is very personal, however, I want you to read it. I want others to know they are not alone in their feelings. When I wrote this letter, It was the worst time of my life. I thought I was losing a Best Friend. I felt worthless and I would cry almost every day. My anxiety was putting down my self-worth. I sometimes feel alone in my misery but consciously I knew there are others who suffer with those same dark thoughts. So, this letter is about a girl who is breaking as she feels like she is losing her Best Friend. It's about taking a giant step forward through a small act of pressing send.

My random Narcolepsy, sleeping, dreamin, hallucinatin poems I'm doing for school!