Broken Books Novels & Stories

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

It was 8:30am. "I have to go check on Noel.." I mumbled. I got up from bed and brushed my teeth and headed out of my room. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed Hazel sleeping peacefully on the couch in the living room with a book in her hand. "Did she fall asleep while reading?" I smiled and walked towards her. On my way, I ended up bumping into the marble vase on the table beside her and it shattered on the floor with a loud clank. Surprised by the loud noise, Hazel woke up and stared at me, and then at the floor where the broken pieces laid.

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

Toward her. Eve’s tablet gave a low, continuous beep. Number ninety-one had just received a five-minute major for fighting, a game misconduct, and an automatic ejection. The playbook wasn't just ruined. Terry had just set it on fire, and as Eve grabbed her coat and ran toward the private elevator, she realized the war hadn't just begun—they were already trapped in the blast zone.

Say can't you just break down all the doors at the mansions. Lady: Do you see all those empty shelves? Apparently Lord Lucifer was placed with the task of the creation of a library with maximum security. After he built it ,the lords donated most of their important books to Lord Lucifer for safekeeping and in return he gave them this book. That is also why they don't want to break down the doors and risk losing all their knowledge. We believe this book to be the key and it mentioned seven books but the seventh book belonging to Lucifer was gone with him.

And when she gave it to Simmy, he couldn't read it because the pages were empty. “Yes, I remember now, but the book was torn at the last page, and I couldn't find it again.” “That's because it doesn't want to be found. It only appears when you need it the most.” Odessa was getting more confused. “What is that supposed to mean?” “That's beside the point, Odessa. The point is, I read the whole book.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Everything?” “Yes. Everything,” he answered calmly. “And I can tell you how to break the snap.”

Panic surged through me, my footsteps quickening as I stumbled into the disarray within. My home, my sanctuary, had been transformed into a nightmare. The living room was a sea of shattered glass, its shards glittering malevolently in the dim light. My favorite vintage records lay in ruins, their grooves now mangled. The scent of spilled wine and the acrid stench of broken memories lingered in the air. Tears welled up as I surveyed the wreckage. My cherished collection of books, collected over years of hunting through dusty old bookshops, was torn and strewn across the floor. The wooden shelves that had once held them proudly now sagged, defeated.

“I’m sorry this happened. I’m sorry you had to see it. Please, give me another chance. I don't want to ruin your first day of training. Today is supposed to be special for you. Please allow me to fix this.” I didn’t respond. My gaze drifted around the library, taking in the destruction. The room was in ruins. Books were scattered everywhere, shelves toppled and broken. My eyes caught on a large, old book lying on the floor. Something about it drew me in, a strange sense of familiarity pulling at me.

She walks with elegance and prudence but could speak a curse that would leave you both lost and confused, shattered and broken but most of all deeply in love. That's how I ended up here in this situation I am in now, losing everything and everyone closest to me. Leaving me alone, depending on her for love, on her to put a stop to my lust, and on her to fill me up when I’m empty to stick me back together when I'm broken. 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.