Breakaway 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

Three nights later, the earth screamed. Not beneath Nightfang territory—but far to the east, where the stone sloped downward toward the Cascades. A shockwave rippled outward, snapping trees like kindling and sending flocks of birds screaming into the sky. Kael was on his feet instantly, wolf surging. “Report,” he snapped as scouts burst into the hall. One dropped to a knee, breathing hard. “A breach,” she said. “Not an avatar. Something… made.”

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

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.

I turned and nodded to Luca who backed out and Jack followed him. I wasn't sure where Luca had arranged for us, but he told me that it was secure and had everything we needed to scare the bastard. "What the hell do you want?" He asked with his voice shaking. If only we were at home with my basement torture chamber, this would be so much more fun. I bet I could make the guy piss himself within ten minutes. We pulled up to an abandoned building, and I instructed him to park next to Luca. Luca jumped out with his gun in his hands and came over to the driver's side.

He flicks an accusatory glance back toward the apartment building I just vacated, then returns his piercing gaze to mine. “Oh yeah, I’m doing fine, alright,” I scoff. “I was just fine waking up in that cabin to find that you abandoned me. I was just fine when I tried to call you and your phone was shut off, and I had to find out through the grapevine that you left. I was just fine when the next full moon rolled around and…” My voice breaks, a sob tearing from my throat. I turn away, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing my tears.

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

Upgraded to life. *** Barry sent a video from his mate-marking. Watching him smile with his mate, I broke down. After everything—every sleepless night, every heartbeat of fear—I'd finally saved myself. New name. New city. Sunshine all year. My pup slept peacefully in the crib. I rocked it slow and hummed softly.

“What are you doing? We just called you out a bit, and now, you’re trying to post on Instagram to get people to attack us?” Charlotte Whitmore’s friends snatched my phone away. When they could not unlock it, they threw it to the ground. Ethan Cross stepped over the shattered phone. His face was dark, and he looked at me with a cold glare. The pain made my vision go black. I cradled my chest and forced myself to kneel in front of Ethan.