Brokedown Palace Book Novels & Stories

Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled. Resentment simmered between them: Sean with his grudges, Rowena with her cold shoulder. Nancy confided in me that the pair, though housemates, were at each other's throats daily, stirring up a racket that could wake the dead. The stillborn they brought home did not last long before it decayed, swarming with maggots, filling the house with a stench worse than a sewer. Rowena's grip on sanity started to slip, her days filled with wild outbursts. A video of one such episode, self-recorded, went viral and, bizarrely, turned a profit.

Kiara: Nathan and I walked into the palace with wide eyes at the sight which was in front of us. The once neat palace was now wrecked, literally everything breakable was broken, glass shards filled the floor, vases were broken and thrown everywhere, the portraits were scattered everywhere, and none of the servants was making a move to clean the mess, if anything, they seemed to be petrified.

The guards flock around, protecting the kingdom; none could see me. I entered the palace, and even the inside was different. The furniture and paintings in this palace give me this crazy feeling, which I hate. I continued walking. I had no idea where I was going, but I kept going. I got to the study, and before I could open the door, I heard a loud noise of glass breaking, and I followed it. I got to a room, which is one of the guest rooms. I opened it and entered the room, and I was surprised to see a man and a woman. A boy was on the floor, his hand bleeding from the glass. The woman just broke because she was standing beside a tea table.

A moment passed. "Grace. Sweetheart." Gently, he shook her. "Yes," she muttered groggily. "We will talk now." Her slight catch of breath was encouraging. "Really?" "Yes, really. When you first came to me, you mentioned a book. Where is the book now?" "Oh. That’s what you want to talk about." She sounded disappointed. "I left it at the palace in Nork. I don’t think that matters, though. It was the right book, just newer. And blank." He frowned. "When you read it, the story was about me?"

It comes with a great price. And this is the price I need to pay. “Crown Princess! The palace barrier is broken!” I stood from my seat abruptly when a palace guard hurried to the hall. What? Broken? But it was built by the king himself! It’s an invisible protective barrier that surrounds the whole palace, forbidding the outsiders to go inside without permission. “What do you mean? Who broke—” My jaw dropped when the next moment, the palace guard I was talking to fell in the floor with a sharp blade pierced through his chest.

Sylvia’s face twisted with rage, but she said nothing, slamming the carriage door behind her when we arrived at the palace. As she stormed off, I clutched the book tighter with my fingers brushing over its worn cover. It wasn’t just a distraction—it felt like a lifeline, a tether to something greater. Back in the palace, I settled into a corner of my assigned quarters, opening the book with careful fingers. The pages were brittle but legible, filled with handwritten notes and sketches detailing the origins of the rogues. Sally was curious. “This could help us,” she said. I read in silence, taking in every detail. The rogues weren’t just outcasts—they were born of magic gone wrong, their bond

As a matter of fact, this huge palace that was like an empty shell was indeed far from what she remembered, the previous palace was always well organized and spotless under Baymont's care, and the tall and powerful demon attendants were always in a hurry and had a solemn expression. And now the royal palace ...... is not so much an unattended palace as a ruin. The entire palace has collapsed by almost a third, and there are traces of the massacre everywhere, with rotting and stinking bones falling in all corners, wooing the scavengers that have been hovering above the palace for a long time and refusing to disperse because of their fear of Evelyn - this is the only living thing in the palace

Once they arrived at campus, they parted ways because Arsen had business with a professor. Now, only Claire was left standing alone in front of a tall building with walls entirely made of glass. When she turned to look at the building, she was utterly shocked. “How did I suddenly end up here?” she muttered as she hurried past the building, which turned out to be the campus bookstore. She hurried into her faculty building, glancing around repeatedly. Several students looked at her with strange expressions, which only made her more frightened. It felt as though someone was following her and trying to harm her.

Win looked up from his coffee, grinned, and said, “Took you long enough. I thought your pretty prince had finally locked you in his palace tower.” “Please,” I deadpanned. “If anyone’s locking anyone up, it’s me.” He snorted. “Kinky.” I ignored him and grabbed the coffee he had ordered for me. It tasted like dirt and burnt tires. “So?” I said. “What’s the emergency? You dragged me out of the palace for this. It better be worth it.” “Oh, it is.” He leaned forward, slid a black folder across the table. “Your favorite prince’s kingdom? It is about to go broke."

In disarray Drawers pulled out and left hanging open like broken jaws. Papers, scattered, overturned, some ripped clean in half and some clearly unrecognizable. His bookshelves which were once neat now eaten away by termites, his pride had been stripped bare. Whatever secrets this room once held, someone had come looking for them. My chest tightened. “They really wanted you silenced, didn’t they, Dad?” I whispered.