Broken Book Galatea Novels & Stories

But these two mystical things have dark colors as if they are not entirely formed. Lastly, "All I want is for a satisfactory story that I may bring to my death," an ancient feathered pen emerged as it began scrambling tokens of characters unfamiliar to any civilization on Earth. It moved so fast that it vanished quickly as its tokens of characters faded as well, and a sarcophagus, with a skeleton and a bony crown on top of its head, engraved on it locked Martin inside. After a few seconds, like the rest, it also evaporated into nothingness. Everything that had happened felt surreal and imaginary at the same time. So many strange artifacts appeared around Martin, but with his eyes closed and

Mads challenged Gaia to tell her she was wrong. Gaia couldn’t lie to Mads; she knew her too well. “No, I’m not sick.” Although, the sense of dread still sat in the pit of her stomach. When they arrived at Gaia’s house, Mads called for pizza delivery. “What are you doing, Mads?” Gaia inquired as Mads unloaded the canvas bag she’d brought with her. “I’ve got you the universal break-up kit. Pizza, wine, and ice cream. So, what happened?”

“Oh no poor Ireland how is she doing? I need to go see her. We can leave now if she wants. Is that what is causing you so much pain love? We will help her get through this.” “No that’s not it this evening the pain that caused Ire to black out was the beginning of the mate bond officially breaking.” “Well then she will be free of him soon.” “Except that my grandmother…” I engulf her in a hug pulling her tight against me because I know when I finish what I am about to say she will need my comfort. “Says there is a possibility that she won’t survive the breaking.” A scream leaves her mouth that is muffled by my shoulder as I hold her to me. My skin is quickly soaked by her tears, I am trying ev

"The frequency of a 'Broken Asset' who no longer cares about the ledger." Ethan didn't move toward the Overdrive. He moved toward the glass wall. He grabbed the heavy, iron-mounted telescope and smashed it against the reinforced pane. The glass didn't shatter; it spider-webbed. "If the 'Biological Key' is destroyed, the ledger has nothing to anchor to," Ethan said, his "piercing blue eyes" reflecting the red countdown. "I’m not giving you the boy. And I’m not giving you the world." Ethan grabbed Aria and Leo, pulling them into the "strong frame" of his body. He looked at the woman who had built his "Gilded Cage."

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.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

He took what he wanted. Gael sat on his bed, the sheets still carrying the faint, lingering scent of Flavia—agonizing evidence of his betrayal. His claws extended, and he began to shred the bedding, tearing it to pieces in a fit of self-loathing. Nothing would erase the reality that he had been unfaithful to his fated mate. Breaking his engagement now felt like an impossible mountain to climb. He needed Zoriana, but he knew she would never settle for being his mistress. What if I had broken it off the day I met her? It would have saved him from this mess, but he couldn’t turn back time. He had to find a way to fix the chaos he had created.

Just a pretty reef relic that caught light and gave it back without promise. Brooke padded in, hair tied up, a folder she didn’t need under her arm. She stopped when she saw his face. “They moved?” Gabe nodded at Abnegazar. Not much. A degree. Enough to notice once you decide to see. “Facing the window.” “Maybe you bumped the mantel,” Brooke said, already unconvinced by her own mercy. “No, I didn’t” “Well, there’s got to be some explanation?” “Or maybe,” Gabe said as he looked at the Gallus idol, it began to tremble and move on its own, like it was walking.

The creature turned and walked, then stopped and looked at them again. "Let's follow it!" All three then followed the tracks of the strange beast. Meanwhile, in the human world, Karmen was in the neglected courtyard of the Garden, with Ross and Tyler by her side, and the tablets levitating. She repeatedly read the texts inscribed on the tablets, arms wide open and eyes closed. The relics became unstable and a cool breeze blew through the city of Newcastle. The sky rumbled, announcing a heavy rain. The tablets began to crack and eventually shattered completely. Leaving room for the two fragments of the moon that attracted each other like magnets. They merged into one piece and around it, a vo

And yet— As she lay there in the dark, Orion’s arms around her, the den sleeping, the forest breathing, the Goddess very much *there* even in Her strain, Luna understood something she had not before: Broken did not mean ended. Cracked did not mean useless. It meant exposed. It meant ripe for new shapes. She had been broken once. More than once. She had thought each shatter was the end. It had been, each time, a doorway. “Fine,” she whispered into the dark. “Show me, then. I will watch. I will listen. I will not rush. But when it is time to move, I will not look away.” In the distance, beyond sight, the vast, wounded face of the Moon turned a fraction.