Novel & Cerita Broken Blade Book

Maybe I was doing it for myself—for the part of me that had been lost for so long, swallowed up by the chaos of the empire, by the lies, by the blood. I took a deep breath. The cool steel felt cold against my palm. The hesitation lingered for a moment, but it was fleeting. I pressed the blade against my skin and sliced. A sharp pain shot through me, but it wasn’t the pain that made me falter. It was the reality of what I had just done. The blood dripped down my hand, pooling on the floor, a symbol of my broken soul. A symbol of the promises I’d made and the ones I had to break.

But after the accident, my nights had been filled with unbearable suffering. The only thing that had kept me going through those years of pain had been my love for Queenie. When I realized she no longer loved me, I had nothing left to hold onto in this world. As a crippled man, my existence would only burden my parents and son. "Mom, you're lying." Leroy pushed Queenie away. "You held a knife to my neck and said that only Mr. Francis mattered to you. That Dad and I didn't matter at all. "It's your fault I don't have a dad anymore. I hate you. You're nothing like my friends' moms. Their moms only love their dads, but you love Mr. Francis."

“And yes, you are right. I went to meet Evanora, my mate.” “What are you doing here anyways?” she moved closer to me to yank the book I was going through out of my hands. She looked at it, then me, then let out a laugh. “Seriously, Blade? Are you seriously going through these texts with hopes of finding something to defend your stupid actions?” I remained silent, having no words capable of using as a tool to defend myself. “You are pathetic,” she slammed the book against my chest. “Pathetic, I tell you. And oh Blade, stop wasting your time. You’ll never find what you’re looking for. You and she would never be able to stay together.”

And with a wink he climbed the stairs. . . . Are you guys ready? Hopefully yes! If this is the first time you are reading my book, you have to read His Broken Princess before this and you can also read standalone- BRIDE TO BE and a completed Duo series CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTIVE ROMANCE and TRAPPED FOREVER- A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After. Thankyou ♡ A. Gupta

My heart hammered in my chest, a terrible rush of excitement coursing through my veins. But before the beast could get to me, another figure jumped in its way. My older brother, Michael, had arrived just in time. His silver blade gleamed in the night, and he stabbed the beast with a fast, trained action. It gave a guttural howl before collapsing, its danger gone. The entire world appeared to hold its breath, and suddenly everything was silent again. "You okay, Kels?" Michael inquired, his normally jovial eyes tinged with concern.

I typed another message but this time it wasn’t about my husband but to the one who broke me after years of giving all that I have. ‘See me at Bravo café this afternoon. I will answer all your questions.’ I pressed both of my lips as I was hoping that he would agree on meeting me. Sipping the frappe I ordered a while ago and spent more time being alone was the best for me especially on my mental health. “I guess he would not come.” I whispered and sparingly smiled as I shut down my laptop and felt the failure in me. “Grace Miller.” A hoarse voice echoed from behind and as I turned to him the wind blew perfectly and our eyes met like he was trying to read me from head to toe.

She asked sincerely. I waved her off. “Oh, yes. Just a routine check-up. Nothing to worry about.” She smiled and pulled her book out of her backpack. “May I share your book. I forgot mine.” She slid the book across the table between me and her. “Of course.” The rest of my day was uneventful. I stayed away from Angel and Lucas. They surprisingly kept their distance as well. Though I didn’t miss the death stares from Lucas during gym. I left campus and headed straight home. I figured I would give looking for a job a break for now. Especially since I will soon be working off debt during the times I expected to work an actual job.

Just give me another option and not this! I just cut his speech, why is he sorry, it wasn't his fault, I just don't want anyone to know about it because I thought no one cares, I never knew he'd feel bad for himself for not knowing it, I was responsible for all of this so he should never apologize and lower his price for me, I'm just nothing to deserve a man like him, a perfect alpha that every werewolves pack needs, he doesn't even need a mate and if he does, it should be the most deserving and perfect woman, not a broken one like me. "That's not the thing blade, don't feel sorry, please. I'm not mad because of that and I'm not mad over you. Remember the book that I saw in your library a mo

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

Once on my feet, I start to walk towards Alpha Jones. "She was always so weak. I did you a favor by having her killed. Weak wolves don't deserve to live." He yells over the sounds of battle. His complete disregard for her life has whatever control I had left, snapping. I take off at a full sprint with the intention of tackling him, but before I can reach him someone slams into my side. I hit the ground hard making my vision waver for a second before I grab the neck of the wolf that hit me and twisting as hard as I can. Almost taking his head clean off. I push the body off me and get back up still determined to kill this motherfucker. This man is so cocky, he hasn't even moved from his spot.