Breaking Dawn Part 3 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"And that's for trampling on six years of my love beneath your heel." I'd just raised my hand for a third strike when Samuel caught my wrist. "Don't dirty your hand." Without looking back, he ordered, "Throw him out." Two bodyguards moved in, seized Kyle, and dragged him away. Samuel wrapped an arm around my shoulders, his touch warm and steady. I glanced back one last time at the figure huddled in the rain. "You're rotten to the core, Kyle." … Three months later, under the flashes of reporters' cameras, the "Caged Bird" series left the audience stunned. The broken wings had been remade into a gilded cloak. At the curtain call, countless white doves burst into the air behind me.

I stroked his hair and nodded, though my heart was already breaking. He didn’t know that three days was all I had left to give. David’s first love, Sophia Sinclair, had returned today. She was the Luna he was supposed to have—the one who disappeared five years ago, two days before their ceremony. When she left, he fell apart. Every full moon, he’d howl at the sky like a wolf mourning his mate. And then one night, under that same moon, his wolf lost control— and I, the foolish council messenger, knocked on his door.

***the previous chapter is the last chapter in which Amory’s POV will appear. We have now arrived at the point of the original book ‘Damaged’ on the chapter titled ‘Three Years Later’ if you wish to read both books as they occur in-sync with each other*** Amory is behind the bar dressed in a black halter top with black booty shorts and silver stilettos, which is typical for her, and I see her kick into high gear when Sy starts waving to get someone’s attention. We all know that this is do-or-die time! But a couple of drunk dumb fucks smashed to the ground behind me, breaking glasses and spilling liquor everywhere.

Danica POV The violinist began playing Turning Page by Sleep at Last. This was way too much of a romantic song to dance with Cory. He gave me an apologetic look, then leaned in to ask me, “Will you be able to find you way back to the table?” I nodded my head. Then he walked away to meet his mother and another young woman.

Love, Diana PS This book can be read standalone but to truly understand the story well, I would suggest you read the 2nd book starting with chapter 35. **Synopsis** *Series 3: The Billionaire Scorned Bride (Broken series)* Thrown away by her husband like some mere trash, gentle Alice Marie Hall find healing in foreign land for four years before she finally returns to settle whatever debt Harrison Walton still have over her. Unlike Alice, her returns brings joy into Harry's heart as he wants nothing more but to make up for the sins he had committed against his wife.

"Give me a week. One more week, just…" "You asked for thirty days," I said gently. "I gave you thirty days. I kept every promise I made on day one." I paused. "You kept yours too. Eventually." I said it without any sharpness, because there wasn't any left. I'd moved through the anger and the grief and come out somewhere quieter and clearer on the other side. "That matters, Ethan. I want you to know it mattered." He crossed the room. Stood in front of me close enough that I could see the specific way he was holding himself together, jaw tight, eyes too bright, the effort of a man who has decided he will not fall apart in front of someone who has already decided to go.

I adjusted my backpack and gave her a bright, beaming smile. "I will." (The End)

They sent out search boats and professional divers and worked through the night till dawn broke. "Found him!" someone called out. They pulled up the body I had arranged in advance. Only when the evidence was undeniable would Serena and Ethan truly believe I was dead. At the same moment, I was hauled up by the backup I’d arranged in advance. Gus walked over in long strides. "Caleb. Everything's ready. All that's left is waiting for them to walk into the trap." The sun rose slowly. Serena ripped out her IV and wrecked the hospital room. She refused treatment for her leg and insisted on going back to the place we had lived together.

He has to come out eventually. When the door finally swings open at 4:47 PM, I see him immediately. Adrian emerges with his gym bag slung over his shoulder, dark hair still damp with sweat, eyes focused on his phone screen. He looks tired. Worn down. But still beautiful in that way that makes my chest ache. "Adrian," I called out, standing up from the concrete bench.