Broken Bow Novels & Stories

But tonight, he was drowning himself in bourbon. He couldn’t understand why I’d forgiven him one hundred and twelve times but changed now. Only I knew. This was four years of disappointment and rage finally exploding. “Alessandro?” Francesca’s voice from the doorway. She was wearing a tight red dress. Full makeup. Like she was going to a photo shoot. “Baby, are you okay?” She stepped carefully over the broken glass. “I heard about the news. I was so worried.” Alessandro looked at her. His eyes were empty.

Just as we crossed the threshold, a deafening crack echoed behind us. I looked back. Cassian was standing by the hearth, holding a custom elven longbow snapped cleanly in two. It was his prized possession, incredibly expensive, now broken by his bare hands. Splinters flew through the air, sharp fragments almost hitting us. Cassian stared darkly at our joined hands, a chilling, twisted smile creeping onto his face. "How touching," he sneered, his voice dripping poison. "Enjoying playing the devoted lover, Kaelen? As if you could ever truly fall for a fragile mortal."

On the day of our wedding anniversary, my husband, Xavier Marshall, gave me a bangle. I tried it on and found it a size too big, with the bangle almost dropping off my wrist when my arm was down. I asked casually, “Why is it so big?” My husband stood in a daze for a second before wrapping an arm around my shoulders and saying with a smile, “I found this bangle beautiful, but it didn’t come in your size. You can still wear it even if it’s a little big, right?” I thought nothing much of it and happily put it back on. During a family gathering, I saw my husband’s best friend, Melissa Shanks, wearing a glass-grade jadeite bangle on her wrist. She smiled as she answered someone’s question, “

His voice dropped, almost begging. “Georgia… don’t tell me you’ve fallen for him. Don’t tell me after everything we’ve been through, you’re picking him.” My lips parted, but no words came out. My silence was its own confession. Henry’s face crumpled, pain flashing beneath his rage. For a moment, he looked less like the man who wronged me and more like the broken boy who feared losing everything. But then the mask returned. His pain twisted into something darker. He turned on Donald, his voice dropping to a growl that sent shivers running down my spine.

I was aware enough to realize that Sebastian was handing me off to someone in white, he was very animated with his hands. He kept looking down at me, worry laced his handsome features. A bright light assaulted my eyes, I tried to knock it away, but the weight of my arms were too much to bare. I looked over at Sebastian, who was now sitting in a chair next to me. His head cradled in his hands, he looked broken. Once again, I tried to reach out, instead of failing this time I succeeded, I grabbed his hand just as a shooting pain overtook my entire body, and everything faded to black.

× F L A S H B A C K × ~ Five years ago… ~ It was one stormy day and my heart was shattered into thousands of pieces. My boyfriend was a total asshole. Last week I gave him my virginity and today I caught him with another woman in his bedroom. He told me that I was a lousy fuck and that he regrets sleeping with me. I begged him not to break up with me. I told him that I love him and I would do anything he wants. I told him that I can do better in bed but he called me pathetic and threw me out of his apartment and out of his life.

“Have you tried to let this checkup?” I swallowed as I felt her soft wet lips touching my skin. “No broken bones, I guess.” “Why’d you do that? Punched the coffee table.” “I will replace it.” When I came back, the shattered glasses were wiped clean. “It’s not about replacing what you broke. It’s about talking, opening up by expressing your emotions and letting them out of your chest.” “I’m not good at that since I lost Emma.” “Maybe we should see a shrink together.” Her suggestion made me think, but I didn’t think it was necessary.

Brian asked me as he sat beside me while Owen stood on my other side. “I don’t think so,” I whispered. “You loved the baby, too. Just because it wasn’t yours doesn’t mean you can’t mourn for her or him.” Owen uttered. “This is the second time I have lost a child.” I closed my eyes tightly. “When my baby died in that accident that night, I drowned myself in alcohol, locked in my apartment, living at the mercy of the hard liquor. Tears didn’t stop coming as there was a burn all over my body. Mostly near my heart.” I pointed at my heart. “Today I am feeling the same thing. The burn this time is more severe than before, and that’s making it hard for me to breathe.”

Worn's soul is a full-fledged flame, and after a bit of thinking, it affirmatively nods, "Sure, it's time for the final stage, and we'll know the results in this time." Hana completely trusted Worn; she put a blue tear on Nad's pot and sat idly watching. Inside the Nad smelter is still a familiar bow and arrow but undergoes the process of changing and adjusting the time and materials. It has become a lot more refined and beautiful. It has a curved shape like the moon but is exceptionally supple. The bowstring becomes smooth and thin to be transparent but highly sturdy. The only downside is that it only has one black color, and the attack power is not good.

Apparently, 21 successive failed attempts were enough to rethink all of his life's choices. 'What was I even thinking? There is no way I can beat her… like this!' Creed muttered inwardly, 'What an absolute genius!' Suddenly, his grip over his bow loosened, and he lightly threw the bow in the air. In the blink of an eye, the bow gracefully landed on his left arm this time. Seeing him switching hands suddenly made Instructor Maira frown. 'Wait! So he is not a lefty? Why is he switching hands now?' She smirked, 'Well… It doesn't matter either way!'