Breaking Dawn Part One Free Novels & Stories

Third POV Early the next morning, Regina woke up feeling a soft kiss on her lips. Her eyes snapped open and the first thing she saw was Daniel's face above hers. “Good morning, sleepy beauty,” he whispered. His hair was already styled back, and he was already dressed in a business attire. “What time is it?” She asked, slowly blinking her eyes.

Archer glared at her with red eyes and roared, "Nobody but Selene can call me that!" He hurried home as quickly as he could but soon realized that there was nothing left in the house. It was completely void of everything that belonged to me. There were only two eye-piercing documents left for him on the coffee table in the living room. One was a divorce agreement. The other was proof of my abortion. "H-How could she actually… kill the baby?" Archer fell to the ground in grief and despair. He swallowed his tears of remorse as they gushed out from his eyes. However, the woman who would gently comfort him and tell him that everything would be alright was gone.

violent. - What do you want to do? Angelica slid a photo across the table, all the way to James. He looked down and his expression changed completely. He was holding a gun, and a huge smile was plastered on his face. Under his left arm rested a black bag. As James remembered, it was stuffed with money. - Look at your smile, it was your first big payment. James was silent. Angelica slid another photo. She stretched out her tongue and he deposited a kiss. It disgusted her.

The person I once was-the boy who used to dream of freedom, of something more-he's gone. In his place stands a broken soul. An Omega stripped of his dignity. A prisoner in both body and mind. And the worst part? A part of me is starting to believe that maybe, just maybe- There's no saving me anymore. I reached up, gathering my long, dark hair with trembling fingers, tying it back in a loose knot as I turned on the shower. The sound of water cascading down filled the empty bathroom, a steady rhythm that momentarily drowned out the chaotic thoughts swirling inside my head. I stepped under the warm stream, letting it soak into my skin, tracing over every aching bruise, every cut, every painful

The first visible sign of barrier destabilization appeared three weeks after the Continental Gathering. A warrior named Derek was on border patrol when reality simply split open in front of him. Not a Void tear. Not a portal. Just a crack, like glass breaking, showing multiple versions of the same forest overlaid on top of each other. "It lasted maybe ten seconds," Derek reported, his voice shaking. "I could see three different forests at once. One looked normal. One was dead, all the trees grey and twisted. And one was so bright it hurt to look at it."

Aria felt warmth spread through her chest, melting places that had been frozen for too long. Thank you, she whispered. For staying. For waiting. For becoming someone worth loving again. He smiled, a real smile, the first she had seen from him in longer than she could remember. I had good motivation. They leaned against each other, watching the barriers fade, watching the shapes beyond grow clearer, watching the dawn approach. The first light of morning painted the sky in shades of gold and rose. The barriers flickered one last time, then vanished entirely. Silence fell over the valley.

No wonder Maura was finesse; she was probably royalty. We decided to introduce ourselves individually to the Calma household staff. Amid the exchange of pleasantries, we were interrupted by a strong gust of wind that felt heavy in the heart. A figure appeared before us; it was a huge shadow in a shape of a cloaked man with no identifiable facial feature. It whispered in a gravelly, eerie voice, "Darkness has risen. Soon, hell shall rise; the dawn of darkness approaches." Then, it vanished in a cloud of smoke, leaving all of us coughing. Noah was yelling, "Moros, you coward! Face me!"

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.

“Crazy woman, quit talking nonsense. Get off the ship!” With that, he yanked my arm and shoved me hard to the ground. My carefully styled hair fell loose instantly, and as I hit the floor, my ankle twisted with a sharp crack. A piercing pain spread through my entire body. My face turned pale, and I cried out in agony. At that moment, my phone rang. Quinn glanced at it before casually tossing it straight into the ocean. My eyes widened in shock. That phone had been a gift from Luca. It also contained many important files that hadn’t been backed up.

The fear of cracking some bones slowly disappears when I feel my body press against a stronger chest, the force causing us to fall with a loud thud on the floor. I open my eyes, and realize I had fallen on top of this man with wide hazel eyes and black hair. He stares at me...his eyes widen, and his mouth open like he's about to speak. I lick the bottom of my lips, seeing the edges of his lips slowly curl into a smile. But it disappears so fast like it wasn't there in the first place. He shakes his head abruptly as if trying to remain conscious. 'Hi, I'm Miles.' He says.