Broken Book Galatea Novels & Stories

He let go of her slowly, lowering his gaze as he couldn't stand the way she looked at him. Despite that, Lyken didn’t totally back down, “I think it was better we broke up,” he stated, rubbing his chin, “Because I can’t imagine being with a woman like you!” Jada let out a short but sarcastic laugh. Then she turned around. Still smiling but her gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing through him. "Don't push me to my limits, Mr. Fontanilla. You won’t like that side of me!" She turned her back while shaking her head. But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something.

"Yea, yea! Whatever floats your boat. Just don't overdo it. You will make it harder for both gir---" Before he finished his sentence, he flew out of the window caused by a strong gust of wind. He crashed on the cemented pavement two floors below. Despite being a mythical creature, he unexempted from feeling pain. He groaned in agony of broken ribs which also broke his focus of freezing time. Gallus remembered elements are practically her greatest allies. And on a second thought, he may have been the one overdoing the talk. Given the misfortunes he gave to people he dealt with, he was nowhere in position to convey concern.

A tear rolled down my face and my head started spinning and my vision went blurry. "Babe you look sick you need to go to the hospital!" He said grabbing my arm attempting to help me regain my balance. But I jerked it back. "Don't fucking touch me I can take care of myself and by the way I'm not your fucking babe anymore!" After I said that everything went black. ~Ella's P.O.V~ I woke up in a unfamiliar room and in a bed next to Nate. I covered my body up with the sheets as I tapped Nate on the shoulder.

That's when I realized going through the alpha wouldn't help… To attack a system, you go through the motherboard…the Luna. Without the Luna, let's face it. This pack would be doomed. I mustered courage and pasted a massive smile on my face and strutted with so much confidence. I smirked as I closed the distance between us, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. There she was. Raven. The pack’s precious, broken Luna. The woman everyone still whispered about like she was some tragic saint, even after everything. Even after Marcus had made it clear she was no longer wanted.

A loud snap echoed through the room. I gasped, clutching my chest as a deep pain stabbed through me. Like something had been ripped out of me, clean and sudden. My knees nearly gave out, and I gripped Zane’s arm to stay upright. "What was that?" Kane asked sharply, his eyes darting around, panic rising in his voice. Ariel stood up slowly and looked directly at me, her lips curving into a smile. “The bond,” she said simply. “Broken. Officially.”

Tiara’s scream rang through the halls of the Galanis estate, sharp and broken, echoing off the marble walls like the shattering glass that soon followed. The vase hit the ground and burst into fragments that scattered across the carpet, narrowly missing Brie’s feet as she stepped into the room. “Tia, stop it!” Brie cried, ducking out of the way as another perfume bottle flew across the room and struck the wardrobe with a loud thud. “You’re going to hurt yourself!”

"Are you okay, Emma?" Teal asked. I nodded my head. My gaze caught the dark leather tome. The sparkling increased and it burst into the air, it threw the book into the air and it tore into thousands of tiny pieces. The part of my brain seemed to shut off. My pulse quickened, "What's this?" I asked. "We broke the spell," Sap whispered, still in shock. I was staring at her, "Why am I precious? You know everything about me, indeed everyone." I swiped my gaze on Carlos.

Broken glass littered the floor near the dresser where I had hurled a crystal decanter. Books lay scattered, their pages torn and crumpled. Picture frames…most containing photos of Celine and Caesar…lay face-down, their glass cracked beyond repair. With a heavy sigh, I began picking up the larger pieces, placing them carefully in the waste basket. Each piece seemed to mock me, reflecting my fractured soul at me in jagged pieces. This destruction was nothing compared to what I'd done to my relationship with Celine and Caesar. As I worked, my mind replayed our last encounter with sickening clarity. The way Celine had looked at me…her beautiful brown eyes filled with pain and disbelief.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

"What the hell are you doing, Galen?" Zoren walked inside the palace and saw Galen frantically shaking a book on the table. "What are you trying to do—is that the cursed book?" "No, this one is the witch's book one," he replied, and then looked down at the book on the table. "Oh, that one, yeah! This one is the cursed book." "Why do you have them out here, and why are you shaking that one?" "I just thought that I should," he responded, a bit worried. The sour smile on his face was good enough for Zoren to have questions.