Breaking Dawn Audiobook Novels & Stories

Alex The world did not explode in fireworks. It fell apart in the silent cracks. I was at dawn on the east edge of the roof of the manor, the sky bleeding into shades of bruise and fire. Another day, another thread breaking. Nathan's kingdom had started to rot from the inside out, and he hadn't even been aware that the worms were his own people. Bellion stood at my shoulder, silent as always, a specter in suit jackets and restraint. "She moved the next pawn," he said, glancing down into the street below where the black SUV parked, one of ours.

they do come from the same timeline and cross into each other :) The reading order is as follows; Timber Alpha, Mated to Brianna, Mylo (Add to length of Timber Alpha), Alpha Heirs (coming in fall) Find my group on F******k for updates, general discussions, and reading orders. I'd love to see who you all picture for the characters, hear who you love, who you hate, and who you love to hate! I'm always interested in feedback so I can help my books continue to be what you truly love to read. "GoodNovel - Marie Night - Readers"

{SOMEWHERE FAR AWAY IN THE BREAKING DAWN PACK} "You did very well, Addison" Devil, Rihanna's father smirked at her after she informed him she had left his note at their patrol. Addison, a new member of the Breaking dawn pack who transferred to Angelina's home just to make friend with Elysian to see whether she was a Dragon or not, and the day she visited her, confirmation she was a dragon. She held her stone face on, any compliment from the evil alpha didn't bother her. Her heart never wanted to accept any of those, no matter how high the alpha praised her.

The dawn broke over the horizon, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold. It was a new day, a day of reckoning and resolution. Emily stood at the edge of a cliff, her eyes scanning the vast expanse before her. The air was crisp, carrying with it a sense of anticipation and finality. She had come so far on her journey, traversing through the darkness and uncertainty, guided by an unwavering determination to uncover the truth. The revelations she had unearthed had shaken the foundation of her beliefs, challenging her to redefine her understanding of loyalty and love.

Austen's POV The emptiness left by the broken bond made it hard to breathe. I scrambled up from the floor with only one thought in my head: find her. Find her, no matter the cost. "Get the flyer ready!" I roared into my communicator. "Contact all border patrols! Lock down every exit!" "Austen, you need to calm down..." Seraphina tried to grab my arm. "Calm down?" I shook her hand off, my voice a low growl. "My mate is gone! She wasn't throwing a tantrum. She was escaping."

. 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙩. 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 � �𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙥.

~~~~~~~~~~~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.

Dawn was lost in thought during her walk when she suddenly heard a voice. A female voice comforted Dawn, saying, "Just relax; you'll be fine." Dawn's sudden shock made her whirl around; seeing no one, she dismissed it as a trick of the mind—until the sound returned. “Dawn, I'm inside your mind.” Dawn asked, bewildered, "Who are you? Am I going crazy?" "Dawn, you're not crazy; I'm Aurora, your wolf." "How long have you been in existence?"

Byron took another sip of coffee, hoping the piping hot liquid would invigorate him, giving the last little bump of energy he needed to finish collecting the notes from his last session with Janice. He needed all the help he could get. How do I even write up that last part? He wondered, pressing play on his old-fashioned recorder (his lucky recorder) and for what seemed like the hundredth time, listened to the last few minutes of the latest interview. Sure, he could (and planned to) use her exact words in the book, but beyond that he was at a loss. It was such a strange direction, a strange curve in a road that had been straight and predictable until that point.

Healing was not linear. But tonight, something fundamental had shifted. Her walls had not shattered. They had opened. And as she turned off the lights and prepared for sleep, a quiet certainty settled inside her: This was not a reckless leap. It was a careful unfolding. And for the first time since everything had broken, she was no longer bracing for impact. She was leaning into possibility.