Broken Book Galatea Novels & Stories

My mind replayed every moment of the day—the roses scattering on the ground, the vows I didn’t mean, the kiss that wasn’t a kiss, the look in Kenneth’s eyes when he said he didn’t choose this either. I thought of the girl I had been before all this. The girl who once dreamed of freedom, of healing, of maybe even love. And I realized that girl was gone. In her place was a woman bound by broken pieces, tied to a man who carried his own shattered past. And I didn’t know if we would destroy each other—or if, somehow, those broken pieces might fit together. But tonight, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to find out. So I closed my eyes, clutching the pillow like it could keep me whole.

Fury and guilt tangled together inside Gianna’s chest, the same disgust she felt every time Elias’s name came up now compounded by the fresh evidence of harm he’d caused someone she cared about deeply. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “You shouldn’t have had to face him alone.” “It’s done,” Elmund said, waving off her concern despite the obvious pain still evident in his movements. “I have the book. That’s what matters.” But when he pulled it out from beneath his coat, Gianna’s heart sank at the sight of it. The ancient volume had been ripped, pages torn loose from their binding, some crumpled and creased from what must have been a genuinely violent struggle to secure it.

I stomped on the half-million-dollar watch, and its intricate watch parts scattered across the floor. "Marisa! Have you lost your mind?" Galvan's eyes widened. 'Damn it, that watch is worth half a million dollars! How could she waste it like this!' Galvan thought. I did not answer but instead raised my knee and slammed it into his groin. 'Ah..." Galvan screamed in agony, clutching his groin and writhing in pain on the floor. The guests gasped and backed away. Tracy seized the opportunity to run toward Reuben in the corner. She seemed somewhat indifferent. "Reuben! Let's break up! I don't love you at all!"

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.

she said. The breeze intensified, becoming a gale that shook the house to its foundations. I could hear the sound of glass breaking, of furniture toppling over. I had never seen her act like this before. The ritual had always been quick and efficient. But now, something was different. Something was wrong. A feeling of unease began to build inside me, a sense of foreboding that I couldn't explain.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Brandon Kim’s last statement, but he kept a straight face, acting as if he wasn’t interested. “Remember this, Skylar. Your bond cannot be broken at will. You and your partner are permanently bound. The only way to break that bond is through death. This is clearly different from the typical concept of an Alpha and Omega fated pair because you are not an Alpha. Anyway, I’m done talking to you. I have to get back to work. Rest now." Dr. Brandon Kim walked out of Skylar’s room, shaking his head. Just before he disappeared behind the door, Skylar faintly heard him mutter.

They were far enough down that hall that was felt alone enough to get comfortable. I walked along the hall, dipping into each small makeshift room to view whatever painting was on display. The first room held a painting called Sailboat, by Jumper Maybach. It was so wide and large, that it ran from wall to wall. Underneath the artist’s name was a dollar sign and a number. Twenty-Seven thousand.

I was hearing just his footsteps, with the blurred figure of him drawing closer. "You will be fine." He cooed and kissed my lips, before putting something over my neck. It was a necklace, but I can't see it. My vision was blurred with tears and I was passing out. Only I knew how broken I was. It was the darkest moment of my life. The type that will create an everlasting scar on me. "Goodbye..." That was the last word I heard before everything vanished from my sight and I lost consciousness. Jace's POV

I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention. But I didn't, I was blinded by love and the thing us werewolves cherish most, a bond. The bond pulls two individuals together and locks their fate. The bond that traps us werewolves, and the bond that's impossible to break without pain and heartbreak. The mate bond a gift from the moon goddess herself, and look where it's left me, in a room filled with spells that no one could break, no one but the grand witch herself. I tried using my wolf, Hayden, but he isn't strong enough to break the spell or the chains I've been