Brokencharacter Stories

(16+)!!!!! Marcus miał być idealnym dziedzicem. Wychowany pod czujnym okiem Ojca, przygotowywany do przejęcia rodzinnego dziedzictwa, znał swoje miejsce i swoje obowiązki. Dopóki nie zaczął popełniać błędów. Dopóki nie pojawił się Victor. Młodszy brat Marcusa jest wszystkim, czym on nigdy nie mógł być. Głośny, spontaniczny i kochany bez konieczności zasługiwania na to. Z każdym dniem coraz bardziej zagraża pozycji Marcusa, a wraz z nią jego kruchemu poczuciu własnej wartości. Bo jeśli nie jest perfekcyjnym synem Ojca, to kim właściwie jest?

I just realized that I never gave an oc named Blackhawk Aka jay that I use when I don't rp as him but I do use him to interact with other people So here we are

The Berserker - A team that lost one of its members, leaving only grief and traumatized walking corpses. The Chaos Bringer - A team that is always optimistic, taking everything that happens with ease and become the base clown. The Death's Parade - A team that is so efficient, heartless, and has the heart of a machine, working with data and always ending perfectly. How will the dynamics of these three opposing teams fare when they have to work together to fight the enemy from inside out?

Eric: "Every doctor who came before you died." Yuri: "Then I guess I'll be your first disappointment." She was sent to fix him. He was born to ruin her. A bold young doctor. A mafia king locked in a cage. In a hospital where secrets kill, who will break first-the Doll or the Devil?

Harry a brilliant scientist creates a prototype he believes will make him wealthier. But when he tests it on a broken man yearning for power and validation, the result is catastrophic. The experiment transforms the man into a beast. Stronger, faster, and completely unhinged. Haunted by a tortured past and driven by a need to be seen, the creature begins a deadly rampage that shakes the world. Now, as the line between genius and guilt blurs, Harry must face the truth: sometimes the worst monsters are the ones we make ourselves.

Title: The Girl Who Longed in My Dreams At fifteen, Arno was already lost-buried under the weight of depression, cigarettes, and silence no one noticed. The real world felt like static. Empty. Fake. Only one thing ever felt real: Her. A faceless girl who only lived in his dreams-laughing with him, chasing him through fields of forgotten color, asking him the one question he could never answer. "Are you okay?" And his answer was always the same: "I hate me." But everything changes when a quiet connection sparks with a girl named Mikayla-a girl who sends selfies instead of words, and somehow finds her way back into his life when he least expects it. As their bond grows, the dream girl starts to change... until she's no longer faceless. Until Arno finds something he never believed in: a reason to stay. A story about broken minds, faceless love, and the long road to healing. Sometimes, the most unreal things are what save us.

They said her smile was perfect. They never noticed it was just a mask. But he did. He didn't offer comfort, only cruel honesty. Cold. Unforgiving. The kind of boy who cut deeper than silence. She swore she hated him. But if that were true...why did her heart always find it's way back to him?

Bridge Shienne was seventeen, though there were days he looked much older. He stood slightly taller than most boys his age, his lean frame carrying the quiet discipline of someone who had learned to keep moving no matter what. Music had shaped his posture-a certain calm in the way he stood, a quiet rhythm in the way he moved-while life had taught him the kind of resilience no song ever could. His skin bore the warm brown complexion of a Filipino raised beneath relentless sunlight. Dark hair fell across his forehead in loose, stubborn waves, though one section never quite grew back the same. A pale scar ran diagonally across his left eye, beginning just beneath it and cutting upward toward his temple, crossing through his eyebrow and leaving a small gap where hair refused to return. It wasn't the kind of scar people ignored. Some people noticed. Some asked. Most didn't. His eyes-dark, steady, the color of freshly brewed coffee-held a quiet exhaustion that didn't belong to someone his age. Something older lingered there, unspoken, unhealed. And sometimes, if people paid close enough attention, they would catch him smiling at nothing... frowning at empty spaces... or pausing as though he had heard someone call his name. Bridge never explained those moments. Not because he couldn't. But because some things were easier to live with than to put into words. After all, loneliness never truly been a problem for him. Even in silence, he never felt alone. He only wanted simple things-a quiet home, good music, enough peace to get through another day. Instead, life kept handing him strange coincidences, unexpected friendships, and mysteries that seemed to know his name before he ever learned theirs. And when he smiled-which didn't happen often anymore-he briefly looked like the boy he was supposed to be. A boy who loved to sing. A boy who loved to live. A boy who should have been ordinary. But ordinary had long since stopped belonging to Bridge Shienne.

I came up with the title cause I thought it was funny. y/n was an average kid until he died and got reincarnated into the most OP ASS OC IN AN ANIME. well not the most but still broken this is my second story.

When every choice feels like a trap, he sells his body not for pleasure but for his brother's chance to live. Li Wei lost everything the day his little brother was diagnosed with cancer. Dropped out of university, drowning in endless part time jobs, he's desperate enough to sell his body just to keep his brother alive. When his first client turns out to be Zhao Jun-a ruthless, cold CEO who controls everything with an iron fist Li Wei's world twists into a dangerous game. Zhao doesn't offer warmth or kindness. His love is sharp, possessive, and chilling. Yet, somehow, it's the only thing keeping Li Wei from falling apart. In a city where power rules and pain hides beneath the surface, can a helpless boy survive the icy grip of a man who refuses to soften, even when his heart breaks? This is a story of cold control, desperate love, and the fight for something real-no matter the cost.