Beautifully Broken Rings Novels & Stories

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

Alexis thought she was going to pick it up, but to his shock, she stepped on it—crushing it under her heel. The ring shattered into pieces. "Alice, what the hell?! Why did you destroy it?!" Alexis shouted, trying to pick up the broken ring, but it was beyond repair. "No one deserves to wear that ring! What did you think? That I would just accept that it wasn't meant for me?! Alexis, just like my child, you belong to me! If anyone is going to wear a ring from you, it will be me! No one else!" The ring’s crystals and broken parts were scattered across the floor. Alexis glared at Alice, furious at her madness.

Noel clicked his tongue in frustration, "Please ask the cops to check the house once again—every single inch of it. I'll go take a look outside." Ms. Elisa nodded and watched him go out of the house. He carefully walked to backyard of the house and began scanning the place bit by bit. While he was examining the place, the glimmer of an object caught his eye among the bushes in the backyard. His eyes narrowed as he crouched closer to the bushes and parted them with his hand, only to see a golden pendant resting on the grass attached to a silver chain. Its half was missing while the other part remained with the pendant.

“I apologise if I caused you any offense. Trade has been slow in the past months, and as time and age carve away at me, I’ve started to find that objects are more powerful when imbued with emotion.” Slowly, Lily uncurled her fist. “You may see it, if you like.” At his nod, she brought her hand closer. She did not remove the ring, but tilted it back and forth. It shimmered softly in the flickering light of the fire and the candles spitting wax upon the hearth. “It was my mother’s,” she said, her voice little more than a whisper. “She… died. My dad gave me the ring. And then…” her voice wobbled, “I left.”

Brandon Kim’s last statement, but he kept a straight face, acting as if he wasn’t interested. “Remember this, Skylar. Your bond cannot be broken at will. You and your partner are permanently bound. The only way to break that bond is through death. This is clearly different from the typical concept of an Alpha and Omega fated pair because you are not an Alpha. Anyway, I’m done talking to you. I have to get back to work. Rest now." Dr. Brandon Kim walked out of Skylar’s room, shaking his head. Just before he disappeared behind the door, Skylar faintly heard him mutter.

"The doctor said she just needs to rest." "Good to hear." He watched me packing and frowned. "You're not really leaving over a necklace, are you?" A necklace? I stopped and looked at him. "In your eyes, that was just a necklace?" "That's not what I meant…" He looked flustered. "I know it was important, but it's broken. We can find the best craftsman to fix it. There must be some magic that can repair it perfectly…" "Repair it?" I laughed, a cold, empty sound. "Austen, some things, once they're broken, stay broken."

“Fine. You want me to say it? To confess to some fantasy crime? Sorry, Miley, but I don’t play your games.” “Then let me remind you.” My voice shakes, not with weakness but with the storm ripping through me. “The ring wasn’t just jewelry. Each petal, each gemstone—delicate, beautiful—but the base? Brownish blue. Laced with a poison so subtle it eats you from the inside out. Not enough to kill quickly. Just enough to weaken, day by day, until her body gave out. A perfect murder disguised as a gift.” Her face goes pale, the color draining so fast it’s almost beautiful. She doesn’t speak.

Ethan had always been the kind of person who doesn't give up easily. Her fingers lingered above the ribbon, pausing for a fleeting moment. Taking a deep breath, she gently untied it, removing the layers of the wrapping. Her pulse quickened as the box gradually opened, disclosing its contents. Inside lay a fragile crystal sculpture-a stunning, detailed representation of a wolf howling at the moon. Cecilia's breath was halted in her throat. She extended her hand, her fingertips gliding over the sleek surface of the crystal. The artwork was breathtaking, graceful in its straightforwardness, yet the meaning behind it was obvious.

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Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.