Brokedown Palace Book Novels & Stories

My living had been turn upside down, and my staffs stood there powerlessly, there faces buried toward the ground. Jax was sitting on the sofa facing the entrance, holding a book I had left on the table earlier before going out. I walked forward and the damages got clearer; vases broken across the floor, and one of my favorite portraits shattered to the ground, with its frame resting by the wall. “The Unwelcome One,” he read from the book’s cover, slowly. “By Martin Crowns.” He looked up, at me, and I walked closer to him. “What’s the deal with you? Why causing all this mess in my abode?” I said slowly and my voice shaking—like I’d poured all my seriousness into that statement.

She knew that was all Bambi was interested in. “Damn you! I told you to take me along!” he lashed at her, envy evident in his tone, and Jada couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah right, as if you can travel without a passport. Or maybe I can try to fit you into my luggage next time.” Bambi frowned, “I suddenly remembered that thief!” he exclaimed, rolling his eyes and scratching his forehead. He was referring to his most recent partner. They spent the night in his apartment and he got drunk. When he woke up, the guy was gone along with his bag.

It was in Vegas that I hit rock bottom, but it was also here that I started to recover, although I still hadn't managed to move past the damn fourth step. Kate smiles as she sees me entering the building. The ground floor looks so different from the last time I was here, with less clutter and dirt, in the final stages of renovation. "Well, well, if it isn't a sight for sore eyes," Kate greets me. "You must be mistaking me for Jones, darling," I reply. Kate chokes, her face turning red with embarrassment. She thinks I haven't noticed all the attention she's been giving to our new group member.

Without waiting for her to insist, I left the room, heading down the hall, feeling even more hollow than before. Hailing a cab, I rode in silence back to what used to be my home. When I arrived, my heart sank all over again. The cozy home, filled with warmth and memories, was now a heap of debris and broken walls. The familiar sight was gone, replaced by rubble and ash. I picked my way carefully through what was left, each step heavy with sadness. This ruin was all that remained of my life, I had lost everything.

“Oh, fuck!” Where the palace once stood was now only a wall of black smoke and flames that climbed up into the starry sky above them. The ancient man balled his fists into the air beside his head as he trembled and choked out a plea to the gods for his children. “No!” “There.” Grabbing the Viking up from the sand, Billy left him on his feet, then tapped his shoulder and pointed into the thick plumes of darkness. Like a blue sun rising on the blackest morning, the fiery twins walked out hand in hand.

"What you don't know is that Connor can't afford his school tuition so he relies on the scholarship he was offered. If he's expelled, then the scholarship will be revoked and knowing him, he will be devastated. And come crawling back to me so I could help but I'll kick him to the curb. But first I'll let him grovel, give him hope, then when he's counting on me, I'll tell him to rot in hell." "Yikes. That's brutal girlfriend. I am so not breaking that promise I made earlier btw. Just so you know" "Good. Because I meant it when I said I'd light your ass on fire." "Got it." The Cab stopped in front of a restaurant in Brooklyn that looked old. The building seemed like it might fall apart any sec

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.

I couldn't shake the feeling that I was letting everyone down and i will not give up. The journey back to the palace was uneventful. I had managed to steal the book Lucius used for teaching. It wasn't an easy feat, considering how closely he guarded it, but I was determined to learn more—and on my terms. The book was heavy in my hands, its leather cover worn and smooth, a testament to its extensive use.

No one wondered if the maid polishing the marble column had once broken bones for sport. No one wondered if she wanted blood. I did. But not yet. Not until I finished what I came here for. Not until Ava Varyn’s truth was dragged screaming into the light. The deeper I went, the uglier the Palace became. Not physically— the place was a masterpiece, every corridor carved with ancient sigils, every window dressed in fabric so fine it made DarkClaw’s riches look like barn dust. But beneath the gold, the rot showed. Whispers.

The next day broke with no mercy. Rome woke beneath gray skies, sirens still echoing from the night before, smoke rising from burned warehouses like ghosts that refused to rest. The newspapers screamed of war. The streets whispered Bruno Deluca’s name in fear and reverence. And inside the Deluca estate, the Ice King shattered glass. The mirror in Bruno’s bedroom exploded against the wall as his fist struck it, blood streaking down his knuckles like a second pulse. “Find her!” he roared. “Find her or don’t come back breathing!”