Brokedown Palace Book Novels & Stories

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

I looked at the creature who seemed to understand my message and lightly nodded at me before he flew away but not before breaking the window of his own will with the help of my stroke of his strong wings. The glass on the window shattered everywhere, the sound it disturbing the silence but my assumption turned wrong as I saw there were no guards to be found. The loud impact did not catch anyone's attention or maybe this side of the palace was not held with the importance. I slid down on the surface before holding onto the edge of the broken window not exactly caring about glass pieces digging into my palm and climbed inside. Flambeaus were lined up against the wall, more of a dark color than

Everyone in the pack thought I was a gold digger. I was an outsider wolf with no family, yet Alpha Adrian had chosen me as his mate. His parents, friends, and even the elders insisted I wanted only his fortune and the title of Luna. Adrian alone believed me. Then, on the night of our mating ceremony, I asked him to lend me three hundred thousand dollars. From that night on, he was convinced I was vain and greedy, that the only thing I loved about him was the wealth he possessed as Alpha. When I begged him to attend my father's funeral, he sent me money. Six months ago, when I was diagnosed with wolfsoul degeneration, he believed I was just looking for an excuse to get money. The last time h

The divorce from Sean went off without a hitch. Rowena got the boot and did not get a dime. After Bennett gave her a piece of his mind and everyone else gave her the cold shoulder, she had no choice but to crawl back to Sean. However, Sean was practically broke, barely getting by himself. Supporting her? Not a chance. Rowena's kick had left Sean with a bum leg that twisted as it healed. Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled.

But it was only a servant, slipping inside with a tray of goblets and a fresh decanter of wine. “You may leave it there,” Charlotte said smoothly, masking the tension in her tone. “Yes, my lady.” The servant bowed low and left, leaving her once again alone. Charlotte let her fingers rest on the closed book. She could feel the truth pressing closer, even if no one dared to speak it around her. Something had cracked—not too much, not yet, but just enough for her to sense the fracture running through the heart of the palace. And she knew, in her bones, that it was only the beginning.

Elena followed without hesitation, her heels somehow still clicking with composed precision despite everything. Matteo right behind them, one hand pressed against his injured side. As they disappeared into the lower levels of the dying palace, descending into service corridors most people didn't know existed. The structure above them groaned like something alive finally giving in to gravity, like a beast in its death throes. Stone screamed. Steel bent. The architecture of power quite literally collapsing under the weight of violence it had never been designed to withstand. And somewhere far ahead, in a place built from steel and silence and absolute control,

Mom chuckled and gave him a flying kiss. "Geez, I don't wanna see you guys flirt anymore. I am done. Goodnight dear folks." They wished me back as I went upstairs in my room. Taking a shower, I sat down at my bed. My gaze fell over the book kept on the table. Right, I should start with the assignment. "Myth of The Broken Throne". I mumbled opening the book. The pages were yellowish, a little tattered on the corners, clearing showing how old it was. Nonetheless, the classic vibes were all I needed to jump into the story.

I knew immediately death wasn’t an option for me, and perhaps I should live as long as I could, that I would spend the rest of my days suffering and mourning for the one true love I had. “It’s done” I heard Lucas say next to me and I nodded. It all felt like a dream playing before me. “Yes,” I said and walked away. My legs were barely stable, and I had to use all the strength in me to walk back to the palace, I couldn’t risk my people seeing how broke their alpha was. Tears filled my eyes and as I climbed the stairs that led to my chamber my eyesight became blurry; I struggled to reach my room, I banged the door before me and slumped to the floor.

That night, Queenie lay alone on the cold floor until midnight before finally getting up to pack her belongings and leave. How ironic. I had worked to buy this villa as our marital home and even put it under Queenie's name. Yet here she was, kicked out by Francis. I remembered how, while I had been alive, she had sung Francis' praises, calling him kind, understanding, and considerate. Now, it all seemed like a cruel joke. After the beating, Queenie went to my grave that same night. She had always preferred red wine, but this time, she brought a bottle of strong vodka and drank silently in front of my grave.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.