Historias de Brokeninside

She never asked for much - just to be chosen once. But when hope enters her life, it doesn't come gently. It comes with pain, secrets, and a love that could either heal her... or completely destroy her.

Sequel of my babyboy, RE-EDITED SO, SUGGESTED TO READ AGAIN ! ( FIRST 15 CHAPTERS You may find lTTLE messy BUT IT'S THE BASE And THIS BOOK IS THE ACTUAL STARTING OF MY BABYBOY.IT'S THE DARKNESS YOU HAD WANTED WHEN YOU CLICKED MY BABYBOY FOR FIRST TIME.) " love at first sight? " someone asked. " love at every sight ! " She replied immediately. The Heartless Mafia Queen was on her knees infront of her heart/her babyboy to propose him for Marriage.she was desperate,so much desperate for the first time in her life. She couldn't wait more to make him completely hers, she couldn't wait for him to take steps towards her, she was ready to run towards him always. " So, My Superhero nah! My Babyboy.. " She got embarrassed as she couldn't decide how to propose him properly,unknown to her he was lost in thoughts deciding how to leave her for FOREVER. " MY KING WILL YOU MARRY ME ? " She asked lovingly looking up into his eyes excitingly. " No! " He said coldly making her laugh at his acting, thinking he was just pranking to take revenge at her as she didn't let him kiss her. " My babyboy sorry for not letting you kiss me hm? Please don't get angry on your Sweetness." She said cutely like a child while looking up at him smilingly, trying to coax him. " NO! I WON'T MARRY A FUCKING MONSTER LIKE YOU. " He broke her little heart again..heart that was only beating for him, her mind got blank at his words she never thought that he will use these words again for her. The voices started to echo in her ears again, she hold her ears in pain, tears formed in her eyes after 14 years again. "YOU ARE NOT A PRINCESS, LITTLE GIRL. YOU ARE A FUCKING MONSTER! " " I'M THE RED QUEEN. MY CROWN IS FORGED BY BLOOD, CRUELTY, DARKNESS AND I REGRET NOTHING! " " IF KARMA WON'T HIT YOU, I WILL. " She was the burning fire who used to burn everything that came in her way. "BURN IT ALL." Will she control herself or she will destroy ? Destroy herself along with her Babyboy? " PURE BLOOD ! "

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N there goes my first story..... Let's get started

Harry loves Louis. Always had and always will. But not one time did Louis note what's up with his best mate. No, he distants himself, because his girlfriend Eleanor told him it would hurt her to read the romours about Larry Stylinson. But that's exact what's driving Harry insane. He can't take it anymore and breaks slowly inside.

I have decided this is to painfull to be on, since she left me. Even tho she promised she would stay, tends to be broken. I wont be back on this... Tired of being promised, then they break those promises like it meant nothing. Good bye people, some of you had some great stuff on here.

Authentication of a girl faking around to hide her pains

Lydia thinks he is becoming an arse. He treats her like she means nothing to him even though they have been friends for as long as she can remember. Skylar is mean to Lydia but she doesn't know what he is hiding. Skylar is going through personal issues with his family he hasn't told anyone what he is going through before. If he tells Lydia will she treat him differently or will she judge if for what he has done. Could telling her ruin their friendship or bring them closer together.

Kentrell Falls for so many girls .. but one sticks out the most but many events take place during him and her .. he gets treated how he treated the other females when he was just finna change his ways .. Will Kentrell Learn to Love himself and leave relationships alone or will he be undercover and keep going . Read and Find Out

My real story, a 16-year-old introvert navigating life's struggles, from heartbreak and betrayal to dreams of love and success. This is my story of growth, resilience, and faith amidst challenges, striving to carve a unique path while battling emotions, societal expectations, and the pursuit of a brighter, independent future.

کبھی کبھی انسان کو رونے کی اجازت بھی نہیں ہوتی۔ آنکھیں بھر آتی ہیں مگر آنسو گرنے سے پہلے ہی دل انہیں واپس کھینچ لیتا ہے۔ کیونکہ گھر میں خاموشی ضروری ہوتی ہے، اور خاموش لوگ رونے کا شور برداشت نہیں کر سکتے۔ میں نے بھی یہی سیکھا تھا۔ اس دن جب میں نے خود کو آئینے میں دیکھا، تو چہرہ میرا تھا مگر آنکھوں میں کوئی اور رہ رہا تھا۔ وہ جو کبھی ہنسا کرتا تھا، جو چھوٹی چھوٹی باتوں پر خواب بنا لیتا تھا، آج کہیں گم ہو چکا تھا۔ گھر میں سب کچھ تھا- روٹی، کپڑے، چھت مگر وہ سوال جو دل روز پوچھتا تھا، اس کا جواب کسی کے پاس نہیں تھا۔ "تم کیا چاہتی ہو؟" شاید کسی نے کبھی پوچھا ہی نہیں تھا۔ محبت؟ وہ تو ایک ادھوری کہانی بن کر رہ گئی تھی۔ نہ مکمل ہونے کی اجازت ملی نہ بھول جانے کا حوصلہ۔ اور گھر؟ گھر نے سکھایا کہ خاموش رہنا ہی سب سے بڑی سمجھداری ہے۔ زیادہ بولنا، زیادہ چاہنا، سب خطرناک ہو سکتا ہے۔ اسی لیے میں نے چاہنا چھوڑ دیا۔ خواب دیکھنا چھوڑ دیا۔ بس دن گزارنے لگی۔ کچھ دن ایسے بھی آئے جب مجھے لگا میں بالکل خالی ہوں۔ نہ خوشی، نہ غم- بس ایک بوجھ، جسے میں ہر صبح اٹھا لیتی تھی اور رات کو تھک کر رکھ دیتی تھی۔ لوگ کہتے ہیں "وقت سب ٹھیک کر دیتا ہے" مگر کوئی یہ نہیں بتاتا کہ کچھ زخم وقت کے ساتھ خاموش ہو جاتے ہیں، ٹھیک نہیں۔ میں بھی ٹھیک نہیں ہوئی

An open letter to the boy I loved, the boy who left me in this hole so deep. I'm sorry for whatever I did wrong, and I'll always have feelings for you..

Sometimes in love, you don't have to be a martir in order for you to prove to him/her that you really love them, just simply let go and set them free.

**𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒎... 𝑰 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆... 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚." 𝐈𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝... I used to run straight to my mumma. Every little thing that hurt me, scared me, confused me , I told her all. I cried loudly. I complained loudly. And she listened... patiently... lovingly... without judgment. Back then, I truly believed "No matter how cruel this world is, my mumma will always fix my broken heart." 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰... I don't tell her anything. I stay silent. I keep everything buried deep inside me. Not because I don't trust her. Not because I love her any less. But because... 𝑰 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. How do I explain something I don't understand myself? How do I tell her what I feel when I have no answers even for me? These days... I cry alone. I overthink alone. I break alone. I don't run to her anymore... Because I don't want her to see me this broken. Because deep inside... I know, even she won't have the answers I'm searching for. People say I've grown up... But it doesn't feel like growing. It feels more like... 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇... 𝒎𝒚 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕... 𝒎𝒚 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔... 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆. So tell me... Did I really 𝐠𝐫𝐨

Elara's disappearance leaves a trail of unanswered questions and unhealed wounds among her friends. As they navigate the tangled web of manipulation, grief, and betrayal, they uncover a deeper mystery-a game that Elara orchestrated from the shadows. But when the truth comes to light, will they finally be free, or has Elara's influence already changed them forever? In this psychological drama, a group of friends must confront their past, face the consequences of Elara's twisted manipulations, and find a way to move forward without being controlled by the specter of her memory. This is the story of trust, loss, and the struggle to break free from the shadows of a game they never chose to play.

Emotions are gone with broken heart pain

You Said You Would Never Leave Me You Said You Would Never Hurt Me But Then There Came Days Where That's Exactly What You Did Now My Heart Is Broken Inside And I Don't Feel Anything And Your The Only Thing That Is Stuck In My Head Now All I Ever Think About All I Ever Dream About Why Did You Have To Go And Leave Me Alone And Afraid I Don't Know You Anymore

It hurts a lot, you know. Having your loved one with your side but he had his heart given to someone else before he even manage getting to know you. This is just a short free poem I have made out of what I feel today. Hope you like it :)

Tendremos un bonito final feliz o simplemente volveremos a ser los desconocidos de antes?...