All The Broken Places Novels & Stories

I hate disgusting, cowardly men like that. “I said shut up! Leo has already taken care of that man!” Rose snapped, her brow furrowed. (I should have cut off his genitals and...) Crash! Rose stared at the mirror, now shattered into pieces before her, breathing heavily and glaring. “Your British accent really makes me sick! Next time I’ll lock you up, so you don’t disturb my enjoyment of this comfortable, clean city.” After that, her expression turned flirty again. “At least I like this outfit.” Her eyebrows furrowed as she felt a stinging pain in her knuckles. “I hate pain,” she grumbled irritably. “And blood. I hate blood.”

Broken. Bloody. But no longer alone.

The Blood Moon night had finally arrived. Crimson light bathed the land, turning everything into a battlefield of shadows and blood. Damian emerged from his locked room at last. He was a mere skeleton of his former self, his face drained of all color, his steps unsteady. Slowly, he made his way to my home. For the last time, he stood at my door. This time, there were no pleas. He simply called my name, quietly, desperately. I opened the door.

then what next? I become homeless. And Alone. So afterall, the Moon Goddess made no mate for me. Was I born to live alone? With no warmth, no care, no love. All my life, I have known this feeling. The pathetic feeling. But I thought all that was over. He had looked into my eyes and promised that he'll be loyal. He said he would hold me dearly an be a pillar I can lean on. But I feel o broken right now. Broken into pieces that have been scattered into different parts of the earth.

No matter how she tried, though, she could not break Rubble, the dog always remained loyal and loving, no matter how hard she pushed him. Four days before Christmas , in late December, things finally came to a head for Layla. She had spent the entire night before at The Rickshore House, a local dive bar, flashing her low cut dress, to anyone who showed any interest in her just to make her feel like she was still wanted.

Broken Pieces James pov The Blue Moon Motel sat like a forgotten relic on the edge of Highway 49, its neon sign flickering weakly in the gray morning light. Three hundred miles from Silverstone territory, it existed in the liminal space between pack lands—neutral ground where supernatural beings could rest without fear of territorial disputes or political

With nowhere to direct his rage, Dylan kicked the shelf in the corner over. He scanned the empty quarter as a sense of dread overtook him. “Sarah… “I hope she isn’t trying to do anything drastic…” Dylan smashed the window. The broken shards flew everywhere, cutting his arm. The sharp pang reminded him of Sarah’s scarred body. By the looks of the injuries, she must be hurting. He could not fathom the extent of Sarah’s suffering. She survived five years on a remote island, only to be reduced to a servant upon her return.

Trembling, possessed, broken. His. ---

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN Dark Night of the Panther Brad awoke to a ferocious pounding, like jackhammers on asphalt and waves crashing on a rocky shore and prisoners beating against the bars of their cells. He opened his eyes with some effort, the lids feeling weighted. He found himself in darkness, his back sore and his neck cramped. He realized he was balled up on one of the chairs in the basement. He wasn’t sure what time it was, but obviously night had fallen, leaving the space utterly black.