Break Her Bed Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 78. Author’s POV Hazel had just woken up a few hours after taking a nap. The soft warmth of the sheets still lingered on her skin, but the cold emptiness beside her made her chest tighten slightly. No one was beside her. Her lashes fluttered open slowly as she groaned softly, her body still heavy from sleep. She stretched herself out, taking a deep breath as her limbs loosened. With sluggish movements, she pulled herself out of bed, her bare feet brushing against the cool floor.

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

“You okay?” I nodded, forcing a small smile. “Just needed some air.” His gaze lingered a little longer, like he didn’t believe me—but he let it go. “Then let’s get you home.” As we walked out together, I could still feel Ethan’s presence in the night air, his voice echoing in the back of my mind. But this time, I didn’t let it break me. I’d already been broken once. And I was no one’s shattered thing anymore.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

After the call, I went back to unpacking the books. I kept a steady hand throughout. The man who once locked me up in a psychiatric ward was a patient in one himself. The cycle was over. Ivy dropped out of the grid. Word was that she went back home, only for her parents to kick her out. Others claimed that she rented the cheapest room in the west slums and rang up groceries for a living. There were also rumors that she suffered a miscarriage at a back-alley clinic, nearly bleeding out. I had no way of knowing the truth, nor did I care.

"I won't be around to look after you anymore. Take care of yourself. Your back acts up when it rains, so remember to apply a hot compress when it happens. You always suffer from migraines too. Don't forget to keep your medication by your bedside…" I replied with a message I had prepared long ago. There was no reply from her for a long while. Perhaps she was reminiscing about the kindness I had once shown her. I didn't think much of it. After getting home and taking a shower, I went straight to bed. When I checked my phone the next morning, I realized that Vivian had sent me a text in the middle of the night. "I was the one who failed you. If I were given a second chance, I'd marry you. But I

Then, she took a set of fresh clothes and went to the bathroom for a shower. When she was done with the shower, Trevor was still preoccupied with his laptop. Celeste was dressed in pajamas. She sat down on the bed and went through her skincare routine. She decided to read for a while since it was still early. They were both focused on their own things in the bedroom and were not interacting at all. As the time got closer to midnight, Celeste felt sleepy. Thus, she put away the book and turned off the bedside lamp. She lay down and got ready to sleep.

“I’ll find a hot guy, make out with him and have sex with him” “Then they’ll know”. She closed her books, kept them on the desk beside her bed and went to sleep.

When she comes back, she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, then walks over, pulling her book bag onto the bed and unzipping it. “Can I sleep on your bed?” I ask. “Sure, I’m going to study anyway.” She empties her book bag on the bed, selecting the ones she needs. “Luke... can I ask you something?” “What’s that?” I say, even though I already know what she’s going to ask. She exhales softly before turning to face me. “Is there a reason you don’t like Ruth?” “There doesn’t have to be a reason, Dre,” I say flatly.