Bedlam Book Novels & Stories

"How about I tell you how much I broke him to be my little bitch." "No..." I gasp, covering my ears. "No! Shut up! Shut up!" "Marry me, or else I will fill your hope of love with blood." Devin's chin over my head. Unsure what he meant, but as I turned around, I screamed as if I had discovered something horrible. And I did. I see not the church's interior but a stack of dead bodies covered in blood. "No! No!" Devin's malicious laugh echoes around me. I panicked and was stunned; I could feel my head whirling. I count back at Devin with fear, in which he seems amused. The blade in his hand at Liam's neck sliced the skin and threw him down.

Not on my watch. A man, wearing a bandanna around his head carrying a long gun walked towards Lucas in the middle of the disarray. Lucas had his back on him, aiming his own gun to a man about to shoot his member. Bandanna Man aims his gun, Lucas still clueless, just as I pulled the trigger of my own for the very first time. The glass wall shattered with a noisy and ear deafening sound but was left unnoticed because of the chaos inside. The man wearing a bandana fell with ungraceful ease as the bullet passed through his skull with the speed of a jet. Clean, straight, thorough. Lucas jolted and spun, surprised to see the man on the ground. His sudden distraction was enough time for the man he

Because disobedience meant death. And maybe worse. --- Far in the distance, the last of Kael’s convoy sped through the forest roads, tires grinding against wet gravel, engines humming like shadows fleeing the storm. Inside the Rolls-Royce Cullinan Black Badge, Kael sat in the passenger seat, the ancient tome resting on his lap. The Book of Damned. Bound in something no one dared identify. Etched with runes that seemed to slither under the eye. Heavy as if filled with the weight of every soul it condemned.

Helen, her friend, a beautiful lady with blonde hair framing her face, inquired, concern etched on her features. "I don't know, I feel like I'm going crazy. I can't even tell him how I feel, no!" she exclaimed, her frustration bubbling over. She slammed her hand on the cocktail table, making the glasses jump. The music pulsed around them, loud and insistent, making conversation a struggle.

Sarah gave birth to two children: Dante and Evelyn Vanslord. Jo nearly dropped the book. "So that arrogant prick," she muttered aloud, "is the Moon Goddess's direct descendant." She shook her head, dazed. "What awful luck to end up mated to me." But just as she turned the next page... It was missing. A ripped seam, an ugly tear right through the story. The next surviving words chilled her: "Doomsday. Deaths of thousands. Never meant to be." Before she could make sense of it... "You know that’s a forbidden book," came a voice from behind her.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

he said knowing he needed to get out of there quickly. Layana felt a pang of pain at his second comment and nodded getting off the bed she opened the bottom drawer to her bedside table, taking the book that was wrapped in cloth. Not knowing why she suddenly felt even more upset. She held it out to him, he took it from her pulling the cloth of it, “The Supremacy of the Forbidden Bloodlines…” he looked up at her sharply, the same thought going through both, were they holding the answers they sought? She took the book back from him sitting on the bed and flipped it open. Declan leaned closer as he scanned the content page.

Even Adam had joined in on the tumult. "We've received some orders" Another lady had walked in joining in on the commotion. And while the rabbles around me broke out, I tried to keep my self steady, but at each utterance that broke out, I could feel my head turning light, the words pricking at me. Only then did I lose it. "Enough!" My voice had pulled the calm at once, with eyes shifting through the figures before me. Ashley's gaze remained soft on me, concern held in there, while she took in my disheveled state.

And it seemed like the answer is now sitting in front of me. ~~~~~~~ ‘This is just too much. This is just too much. So the whole Children of Iniquities, child of darkness, child of light are all lies?!’ Layla jumped off her bed and paced around the room like a rabid dog. One hand clenched the book like it was her life support, and the other clutched her hair. Five chapters down, and it was like she was losing her mind. Like her whole world was crashing down yet rebuilding.

CHAPTER 7 ELENA “Hmmm… yeah… fuck…” My eyes snapped open. Wait. What? I blinked into the darkness of my room, confused. It was dead silent for a second… and then— “Mmm… ah—Lucian…” I sat straight up in bed. WHAT. THE. HELL. Was someone—moaning?! In this house??? At THIS hour??? I held completely still like I was in some horror movie and the killer would hear me breathing. Maybe I was dreaming. Maybe my dirty subconscious was doing the most again. I flopped back on my pillow and closed my eyes.