Brokedown Palace Book Novels & Stories

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

It's like a mix of emptiness, depression, and the feeling of craving her. I just want her next to me, I want her in my presence. I want her in my arms. I need her. I kept thinking as I continuously kept taking swigs of the bottle. My vision started becoming more blurry as I started loosing my balance. I got a notification and it had nothing to do with Kat but it somehow reminded me about her. I typed in her user and cried when I saw her last tweet. It's obvious it's about me. (A/N it's what she tweeted in chapter 22)

It was as though I had completely vanished from his world. Instead, Elodie kept sharing updates on Facebook, and they even booked a presidential suite to make it easier to care for Lilith. Lucas even spent a fortune to hire a therapist from Galaxy Pack to help Lilith recover quickly. Lilith had everything. Meanwhile, I was alone and had nothing. I realized I felt only numbness in my heart. Three days later, I was discharged and went home. Back at the house, there were still dried bloodstains on the floor.

I had come seeking the records on corrupted moon poisons, desperate to decode the ingredients before the fire in her heart went completely out. I stared at the empty gap on the wooden shelf, my chest heaving as a wave of fury slammed my ribs. “Someone removed the book,” I murmured into the empty archives, my claws bursting from my fingertips as I gripped the edge of the shelf until the timber splintered beneath my palms. Someone had anticipated my moves, stripping away the only answers I had left to save her. But as I turned on my heels and walked out, my jaw was set. The war was no longer outside our gates. It was inside my own fortress, and the countdown to tear the palace apart stone by s

Stretching out her hand, she started turning the pages. Her breath halted. What she witnessed caused her blood to chill. Page after page, report after report, the reality unfolded in front of her, and it was clear to her that the company was falling apart, struggling under financial pressure. Contracts were collapsing, one after the other, slipping from Andrew's control like grains of sand. Workers were being released, their futures unclear as Blackwood Enterprises fought to survive. Everything in those documents felt like treading on a razor's blade, with the company's future precariously poised. Blackwood Enterprises, previously flourishing, now teetered on the brink of failure, leaving An

Ahead waited the life they had fought to protect: family, peace, laughter, and a child who knew nothing about the centuries behind her. Far beyond the palace, beneath a moonless sky, an unseen figure sat alone in a quiet room. An ancient book rested open before them. The Broken Crescent was carved into its cover. The figure's hand moved across the final page, stopping beneath a line that had been written only moments before. The unseen figure read the words once. Then again. A faint smile touched their unseen face. “They have found the first door.” The book closed. The room fell silent. “Now we wait.”

"I heard the Cullen estate caught fire in the middle of the night. All their documents burned. Nora's parents died in the fire, and she herself barely survived. But her entire body is covered in burns. She's hardly recognizable anymore. "Kylo swooped in and took over the Cullens' assets. He's recruiting people left and right." I drew in a sharp breath. I hadn't expected him to be this ruthless. He'd burned down their whole estate without hesitation. I flipped through the documents, my fingers flying across the pages. Kylo had been thorough. Whether it was witnesses, evidence, or surveillance footage, everything had been destroyed. He'd left no trace behind. But he'd forgotten one thing.

He rolls away and stops behind his desk opening a book and starts reading, wiping the tears from my eyes, I stand up from the couch and head towards the bed. BUMP! My foot hits the leg of the coffee table and the little vase drops and smashed into pieces. His book slams shut, and he comes over face hard as a stone. “ I'm sorry.” “ Maybe if you pay attention to your surroundings you wouldn't have two apologies, perhaps you couldn't have been beaten with that broom either.” he paused, “I'll be more careful.” The next morning I woke up at my usual time five thirty, Alonso was still asleep so I slowly and quietly got off the bed and went to the bathroom.

"Let's go, let's go. This place is so small and rundown, with barely any sunlight. I don't know how Sarah and the child have managed to live here." Conveniently, she had forgotten how they had praised this very apartment when they were trying to sell it to me. Watching Sarah walk away without even looking back, I laughed bitterly to myself. I had been such a fool. I never realized that Sarah had no feelings for me beyond using me, and she was becoming more and more obvious about it. Having never experienced a loving family while growing up, I foolishly tried to create the perfect family after marrying Sarah. As a result, I allowed this group of parasites to cling to me, draining me of everyt

I tried not to let fear take root, but my heart raced as the oppressive darkness swallowed me whole. I pressed on, forcing myself to breathe evenly. As I ventured deeper, the filth began to fade, replaced by cleaner walls and subtle signs of life. A discarded wrapper here, a scrap of clothing there—this was no mere forgotten passageway. This was Frederick's haven, his hideaway within the heart of the palace.