Broken Book Galatea Novels & Stories

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.”

My breath caught in my throat and I grabbed Kael’s arm. “Arielle? What is it? Talk to me. What happened?” He looked worried. I shook my head fast. “Nothing. I just - I think we should keep reading. Maybe the next page will explain how to stop it or control it.” He nodded and turned the page slowly but the rest of the book was damaged. The words were faded or missing. Only one line was clear at the bottom. If the seal breaks, the pact ends. “This is bad.” Kael sat back and rubbed his face.

A hollow place inside her. The door was gone. The lock shattered. And with it— Her connection to the celestial legacy faded, power draining like water through open fingers. She was still a wolf. Still an omega. Still herself. But something vast had left her forever. Gale felt it too, his silver eyes dimming back to gray as Kane settled, no longer burning—just present. Autumn met his gaze, a fragile smile touching her lips. “Looks like we broke the rules.” Gale brushed his thumb across her cheek, eyes dark with emotion. “Looks like we rewrote them.”

Elone's POV The sound of shattering crystal rang through the hall like a gunshot. As the vessel disintegrated, the iron-clad shell I'd spent all night reinforcing finally crumbled. I was exposed. Raw. My phone buzzed in my pocket. Once. Twice. Three times. But the roar of the crowd was too loud, and my focus was pinned entirely on the glass of laurel wine in my hand. I raised it to my lips and drained it in one go.

Neah's POV The door slammed behind me with a force that echoed through my veins, but it wasn't enough. My heart pounded like a war drum, betrayal scorching every inch of my soul. How could he? Damon, my mate, the one the Moon Goddess had bound me to, tangled up with her—Galilea, of all people. Her naked body sprawled on his desk like some offering to the gods, and him, half-undressed, ready to plunge into that forbidden heat. The image burned into my mind, a searing brand I couldn't escape.

Waterloo Bridge grounded me the next morning. I came home to the heavenly smell of coffee started by my roommate. I passed Gaby a half hour later on my way out the door to class. "You going to the Mallerton exhibition on the tenth?" she asked. "I want to. I'm conserving one of his right now, called Lady Percival. I was hoping to find out a little more about the provenance on her. She's had some heat damage, and it's melted the lacquer over the title of the book she's holding. I really want to know what that book is. Like a secret I need to discover."

A young and anxious usher navigated the crowd while balancing a tray holding three glasses of red wine. Lancelot raised two fingers in a swift gesture. The usher walked toward them willingly, his hands shaking just a bit as he got closer. The usher arrived and started to lower the tray, but Lancelot's hand reacted too swiftly. His fingers brushed the rim of the tray. A loud metallic crash. Then three glasses toppled sharply and splattered. The red wine burst over Vivian It flowed from her head, drenching her dark hair, gliding over her cheeks, and cascading down her collarbone.

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Broken Princess © A. Gupta 2021.All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

“And let me know how the Smith ones are, I've been meaning to check him out.” A few minutes later Janice lay down on her cot and gingerly opened one of the books. She was always careful with books she got from the library, especially those that came from other places. She had an almost obsessive fear of damaging one of them and being told she could no longer borrow books. The thought disturbed her so much that she started to flip past the title pages and began to read. Before long, she was drawn into the novel which seemed to be about two races of aliens and their struggles over a galaxy that would one day be called the Milky Way. She was totally engrossed in the narrative when the words beg