Break Her Bed Book Novels & Stories

You forget to interact with people and you forget to feel anything except the pain that you had kept in for so long. And then she came into my life. She eclipsed my every hurt and pain because hers was greater than mine. She is afraid but hides it well behinds her beauty. She is strong but doesn't let people see that side of her. And she is broken but I fell for the cracks, wanting to fill them up with the pieces of my own broken heart. I would do anything for her, except... (This book is a dark tragedy. Contains dubious content that might not be for sensitive readers. Proceed with caution.)

She reached out and switched off the lamp, and a pale gloom, punctuated by silvery threads of moonlight, filtered through the curtains to fill the room. She rolled onto her side, pulling the blanket over her, and turned her back to the book, surrendering to the lure of sleep. But something strange broke the silence: the book she had just placed on the table slipped for no apparent reason and hit the floor with a muffled sound. Miranda opened her eyes slowly and turned her head to see the table was empty. She peered over the edge of the bed and saw the book lying on the floor, as if it had revealed some hidden secret.

She hesitantly let it go and then walked away from me. Her mouth began spouting meaningless words. “I have a few more things to do before I leave. Making your bed and cleaning your bathroom.” She grabbed the fresh sheet that was folded neatly on the corner of my bare bed. I watched her bend over the bed while trying to get the corners of the sheets to take hold. When my eyes started to wander down her tight pants, I spoke. “Make this your last task. I think it’s time I get you home.” “Oh. Don’t worry about taking me home. I brought my grandmother’s old bike.”

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

I stayed with her until I fell asleep myself. I was awoken by the loud sound of something crashing to the floor. I was very sleepy but I quickly came to my senses, searching for whatever had been broken, "What happened?" I asked, "No! Don't come down, just stay in your bed, you might hurt yourself. I'll clean this up." I told her as she tried climbing down the bed, weakly supporting herself on the nightstand. A glass of water had fallen from it and shattered to a million pieces.

Her words barricaded my mind, kept it from exploring the options that would come from rebelling. I need to think of something, failsafes, a way to protect Zara from how terribly wrong this whole thing could spiral into and staying idle in my room would not help. I pushed myself up from the bed, my leg landed on something thick as I hit the ground. It was not the regular hard tiled surface but a rich, hard book cover. Half of the book was hidden under the bed. On the front, it read nothing. It was just a plain, faded pink, thick covered book or so it appeared to be until I started flipping through the pages.

' Jessa groans frustratingly at her failure to forget what she heard back at Edmond's office. She has been recalling it ever since she left the building and now, she is on her bed still thinking about it. She has even tried to sleep but she just can't push the thoughts out her mind. She would have thought a great force is making the memories stuck so deep in her memories like a glue to a paper but hey, Jessa is never a person to believe in such supernatural things so she immediately dismisses it. She has been reading a lot of fantasy books, as well as supernatural books but she thinks they are all a creation of people.

Sometimes, I wonder if she’s the one I am feeling in this room. I don’t believe in ghosts or that shit. I grab a blue hardcover, with the name, ‘Herbs for healing sleeping sickness’. I flip the pages, leaning on the bookshelves, as the pages flip, a paper falls out. I grip it, the paper is nearly old, the edges almost torn off. The writing is legible.

She took a big breath and stared at the ceiling. Shaking her head. She climbed out while turning off the shower. Wrapping the towel around her. Making her way, out of the bathroom. Putting on more comfortable and loose clothes she sat on the bed. Taking out one of her favorite books, ‘The Cabinet of Curiosities (Prendergast, #3) Lincoln Child, Douglas Preston. She was currently on page fifty. It was just past eight. Tiredness stared to overtake her. Leaning back into her pillows she started to doze off. Her eyes started to close, and she fell asleep with her book in her hand.

As Aria and Maya were shown to a guest room—a space twice the size of their old cabin, with actual beds and clean sheets—Aria felt something she hadn't felt since that moment in the clearing when the mate bond first snapped into place. Hope. Kade had broken her. But she wasn't going to stay broken. She was going to become someone even an Alpha couldn't ignore. And someday, somehow, she would make him regret ever letting her go. Aria moved through her tiny room like a ghost, mechanically shoving clothes into a worn backpack. Her hands trembled as she worked, but her tears had finally dried. There were no more left to cry. "You don't have to do this," Maya said from the doorway, her voice thic