روايات وقصص ضمن Brokedown Palace Book

No, this was something important, something significant. I reached for it with trembling hands, pulling it from the shelf and setting it down on the floor before me. The dust that had settled on top of it made me cough as I flipped open the cover, the pages brittle with age, the words printed in an elegant script I almost couldn’t read. I didn’t understand why, but something told me this book held the key to everything—the key to the secrets buried in this palace, to the lies I had been told. I started reading.

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

AILANI’S POV. “What the fuck are you doing in here?” I spinned around sharply bumping into a shelf, the wood shaking and threatening to fall over. I closed my eyes prepared for the impact. The sound of old books and the smell of the dust that covered them invaded my senses. A few moments passed after not feeling the impact so I opened my eyes. They widened from what they were witnessing. The wood hanging above our heads had splintered into two sharp ends and one of them pierced Enzo in his right arm, just below his elbow. Blood gushing out from the assaulted area.

That shook me more than the collapsing house. Seraphina lifted one hand toward the stairwell. Kael moved beside her. They looked like old war. Beautiful. Terrible. Not enough. The shadow below the stairs pressed closer. The house shrieked. The walls bowed inward. The journal skidded across the floor and opened near my feet. Words burned across the page. THE HOUSE WILL BREAK BEFORE THE CROWN WAKES. I looked at Frost Ridge. The cracked walls. The shattered windows. The open stairwell.

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

Selene smiled faintly. Outside, snow continued falling. Inside, the palace stood warm against the winter. And somewhere beneath both of them, hidden beneath stone and centuries and forgotten names, the first thread waited patiently to be followed. The following day passed more quietly than most. Not because the palace had grown less busy. Because everyone seemed to be carrying the same thought. The Broken Crescent. The foundations. The inscription. Questions lingered naturally even when nobody mentioned them. Selene noticed it first during breakfast. Orion read through reports. Theron stared at a map he wasn't technically supposed to have brought into the dining room. Camille attempted to gr

"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