Broken Binding Book Novels & Stories

Danica came flying into my arms and all I saw was red. Her face was swollen and wet with tears. The shirt I had given her earlier that day was stretched and torn on one side. Red welts formed on her arms. I wanted to wrap my arms around her. Tell her everything was going to be okay. But right now there was something else I needed to do. I moved her to the side. “Stay here, Danica.” She stood there trembling. At that point, I wasn’t even sure if she realized I was there. I stalked into the house where Rick was now watching us. He took one look at the gift-wrapped box in my hand and began nodding his head. A black belt was wrapped around his hand,

And moments later, a thick leather-bound book fell in my hand. *THUD* "Urgh!" My right hand couldn't hold the whole book up so it fell on my right foot. "Goodness! That hurt so much." I held my right foot with both my hands and winced in pain. Why is that book so heavy? After a few moments the pain slowly disappeared. I finally took the book from the ground and opened it. The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front.

Tamara smile and entered the portal which closed. Taloc went back to his seat, using his magic to lift out an old worn out book titled : Breaking the Mate connection. He had found the book at the courtyard of the Druids after killing them all. Some of its pages has torn and burnt but it was still readable. Whoever wrote it, possibly the one who had broken his Mate bond with his first soulmate, didn't know when it fell off from his or her hands. He opened the few pages that was remaining and stopped when he got to a page.

I wasn’t ready for her shit. I sighed heavily and tucked the picture back into where I had pulled it--it would always be there till the end of time, and laid back on the bed, making a mental count before the door would burst open and Minna would swim in. At the appropriate time of my guess, the door of my chambers burst open, revealing a small figure packed with the heaviest kohl and other makeup girls do.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the library. Time stretched out like taffy, and as the book sailed across the room, the panther seemed to shrink before his eyes. With dawning horror, Brad realized there had never been a panther, it was only Phantom. He cried out even as the book landed on top of the cat. Phantom let out a nails-on-chalkboard cry, pinned beneath the heavy brick of a volume. Brad hurried back to the stairs, casting the book aside. Phantom seemed daze, mewling and curling up on itself like a pill bug.

Then, to the right, and at the end of a long row of books, one book jutted out from the shelf. I pulled it out. It didn’t have a name. It was a leather-bound volume, and its cover had a skeletal hand clutching a wilting rose. I opened the book, skimming through the pages. My stomach turned at some of the rituals inside. Selene was too arrogant, too vein, to resort to grave robbing, and there would be no need to stitch me together if her plan was to take over people’s bodies as she had before. The Binding.

he asked quietly. I panted, my pulse roaring in my ears. “Do what?” His gaze flicked to the candles. Two of them had gone out entirely. Melted wax pooled at the base like spilled blood. “You broke the binding,” he said. It wasn’t an accusation. It was disbelief. “That shouldn’t be possible.” The rogues tightened their hold again, rougher. I hissed in pain but didn’t stop fighting. “I didn’t do anything,” I snapped. “You’re imagining it.”

My apartment was a mess, but no matter how hard I tried, leaving my bed felt impossible. I kept trying to convince myself that he was going to come or call, but he never did. I never should have slept with him that night. I missed my life; I missed going to work and coming back home. I missed how put together my life was; now I didn't have control over anything anymore. After lying on my back for hours, I got off my bed and decided to make something to eat. I hadn't eaten any proper food in almost a week. When I got to the kitchen, how messy my house was irritated me so much. I couldn't believe I was one of those people who let themselves go after a breakup.

My legs felt weak as I staggered forward, clutching that half-hand to my chest. "Where's Shawn? Don't think you can shield him just because you're around! Who do you think you are?" Zach's voice boomed with anger. I ignored him, but he didn't let it go. He stepped closer and grabbed my arm. He was strong, yanking me so hard that I crashed into the cold, hard wall. A wave of pain hit me, making me break out in a cold sweat. The pain in my lower abdomen felt unbearable, but I tightened my grip on that half-hand.