Breaking Dawn Pt 3 Novels & Stories

Didn’t look at him at all. _Silence. Kitchen._ Adrian. At island. Suit jacket off. Tie loose. Head in hands. 88 BPM. “I broke it,” Adrian said. To counter. Not to me. “Clause 3B. 3 PM. ‘Just us.’ All of it. 9 minutes.” “You’re human,” I said. Coffee. Black. Pushed it to him. He didn’t drink. “You messed up. Day 42. You’re allowed.”

he murmured huskily near my ear. I nodded immediately, unable to form proper words anymore. Derrick loved watching me lose composure beneath him; I could see it in the way his eyes stayed locked on my face, drinking in every reaction. His hand slid down my waist, gripping my thigh as he pushed deeper, earning another broken moan from me. But beneath all the pleasure, that uneasy feeling still lingered somewhere inside me. The message. The promise. He's found me... He wasn’t supposed to find me! I lied everything about myself to him, It must be a prank or something. But it was only he who knew the name... I never tell anyone of that name—It wasn't necessarily for anyone to know!

" I heard his voice far away. He was back, and he was looking for me. He sounded desperate and stressed, but I was broke, so instead of making my whereabouts known, I chose to cuddle in the blankets and hide. Yes, I know, not my best moment. Minutes later, the room's locked door opened, and his heavy steps walked into my fortress of solitude. "There you are..." He sighed, and I felt the bed dip under his weight. I trembled and sobbed silently under the blanket. "Little Flower... we need to talk," he said, and I held my breath. This was not a good sign. Don't all breakups start with that horrible phrase? 1260/5000

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.

Phoebe looked in the direction of the sewing machine but her eyes were no longer light, maybe Phoebe wasn't looking forward to living and leaving. “Look, Louis. Congratulations on finding the key location. However, our game continues. Phoebe Edward has been held here for three days and now our game has officially begun, do you think if this beautiful girl has to starve and look thirsty to wait for you to come save her? he will die. I look forward to your answer. Louis, oppression lies within you: violets lie on the sand dunes, sunflowers lie in a sea of ​​fire, the farewell of the wind and the revenge of the water."

Third person's POV In an unrelated world, The forbidden book shines bright as the prophecy is being unleashed. "I think we've finally found our Savior....." _________________________________________________________________________________________________

Do I even deserve to be with him? “Dr. Henson, are you okay?” Dr. Clint asked. “I’m sorry I just remembered something.” I replied. “Please continue.” “I think we all need a break. It is almost lunch break. Let’s resume after an hour.” Dr. Clint stated. “Now, tell me what’s bothering you?” “I am just going through some things especially after Josh Pearson’s death. Things are just being complicated right now.” I replied.

My gaze drifted towards the setting sun, a fiery promise of retribution. Just as the last rays of light dipped below the horizon, a soft knock resonated against the heavy door. My pulse quickened, a rush of adrenaline flooding my senses. The door creaked open slowly, revealing a figure bathed in the dying light. And as I saw who it was, my heart plummeted into an abyss of uncertainty. The figure at the doorway, considerably less fierce than Jason, was tall and quietly formidable. "Breakfast," he murmured, setting a tray on the table near me, making to leave right after.

she asks. Another straightens, sniffing the wind. “That’s not thunder.” A third’s smile fades entirely. “Someone’s coming.” They all look toward the ridge just as the banners unfurl. The moment they realize what’s happening is like glass shattering. They stagger back, their voices rising, spells half-formed on their lips. They’re too late. Dawn has broken, and with it, retribution. I brace both hands on the stone as the light pours in, rising higher and higher, illuminating every inch of the valley. It’s a new day, a new beginning, and finally, after all the darkness, freedom will come.

The phone buzzes again. I grit my teeth, annoyed at the interruption. I’m already pissed, already on edge, and the last thing I need is another pointless message from him. I grab my phone, ready to tell him exactly what I think, to finally put an end to whatever game he’s trying to play. But the moment my eyes land on the words, my breath catches in my throat. “Darla crashed the party.” Everything around me fades. The room, the hum of my computer, the exhaustion pressing down on me—it all disappears in an instant.