Brokeback Mountain Novels & Stories

"Do you remember? That winter in our sophomore year, when I got sick with a fever, you knew I was broke and couldn’t afford proper meals, so you always bought an extra portion for me. "On our wedding day, I made a promise to you on stage that I’d treat you well for the rest of my life. I meant it, Corey. I really did want to spend my life with you…" The more she spoke, the more emotional she became. Tears streamed down her face. "I got greedy. I was ungrateful. I thought that with Darren, with the child, I could still keep the Cunningham family’s business, but I never expected… "I lost everything. I lost everything…"

He trembled as he slowly rose. "Very well," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh. The Silvermoon and Blackrock packs had gathered within the temple. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess, voice echoing across the sacred hall. "On this holy night of the Blood Moon, I have three announcements for the packs. First, Damian, I, Eva Lopez, deliver your judgment." A hush fell over the temple. Damian's eyes were vacant, his body drained of all life. I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people.

I was on cloud nine, nothing could ever be more great than this moment. Alexander gentle ran his finger tips up and down my spine as I lay breathless on his chest still strattling him. I didn't know of I was afraid to move or just couldn't "I think I'm broken" I whispered motionless. " Oh no I broke my fiance" Alexander laughed as he carefully rolled me on to the bed. "yea you broke me" I laughed trying to move. "I bet if I got you some food you'd move" he teased. "food would be nice" I nearly whispered.

He was standing beside Agnes, his stance firm, but there was something in his expression—hesitation? "With all the pack members of the Greywolf present and bearing witness," he continued, his voice growing steadier, "I, Marcus Newton, son of Beta Newton, hereby reject you, Bella Manuel, daughter of Linda Manuel, as my mate." A silence heavier than stone filled the room. Bella's wolf let out a broken, agonized howl. Agnes smiled, wicked and victorious, before pulling Marcus into a deep kiss. The sight broke Bella completely. Her knees struck the ground as the agony coursed through her, causing her to gasp for air. She grasped her chest, as if she could actually keep the fragments of her shatt

That was what Honey saw. Honey confronted them right there and then, and the woman made it seem like Kobe allowed it to happen. They broke up but were reunited again after two months. As for Lyken, she really thought she could change him too. Jada thought that she could make him loyal and faithful despite being a notorious womanizer, but she was wrong. Lyken was one big mistake. Instead of me changing him, it was he who changed her, from a good girl to a bad girl. Jada’s analysis of both men was interrupted when a girl approached Kristoff while he was on his way back to their table. Seeing her body language, she was obviously flirting with him.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

Had I really been so in love with a man that I would have died for him? Had I really been so destroyed by his betrayal? The woman who loved him felt like a stranger now. Good riddance. A year later—in the fall, a cold rain falling over New York—I was in my office, reviewing quarterly reports. The Conti Group’s net worth had passed fifteen billion dollars. We had offices in eight countries. Employed over sixty thousand people. Then my phone rang. “Ms. Conti? This is Michael Westbrook.” The name stopped me for a second.

I’m still right there when the sound of his footsteps fades completely, and that’s when I finally allow myself to break down. A sob tears from my throat as I stagger over to the table, slamming the sketchbook down on the surface and slumping down in the chair. I let my tears flow freely, splashing onto the dirty tabletop as a pathetic wail escapes me. It hurts so much. I cry and cry until I have nothing left, my broken sobs echoing in the cabin around me.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

"He thinks mercy is a bug in the code. And he’s using Xander as the ransom to buy the patch." The emotional richness of the trek toward the mountains was a slow-burning agony. We moved through the foothills as the sun began to climb, but the warmth didn't reach us. We were a broken family: a Banker who had liquidated her own identity, a Parity who was a ghost in her own skin, a Soldier without a war, and a child who was the silent observer of our ruin.