Broken Compass Book 소설 & 이야기

Hi all, Just a quick note to apologise for the delay in updates. I have been working on other material that hasn't taken me away from this book. I am currently working on more chapters to go up this week with the view to have it finished this month. Also, I wanted to say that this will be my last book on GN, while I continue my venture elsewhere. You'll be able to find me on various SM pl@forms so make sure you come check in on the latest :)

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.

The heat radiating off him was absolute, a wall of pure physical protection that made her corporate armor feel incredibly thin. "Terry," she whispered, her voice tighter than she wanted. "The physical perimeter—" "The perimeter is compromised, Eve. We established that in Manhattan," Terry said softly, his voice rumbling right against her shoulder. He didn't let go of her arm; instead, his fingers slid down, his large, calloused hand gently weaving through hers, his split knuckles resting flat against her palm. He didn't squeeze, but the weight of his grip was entirely grounding. "Just lean back. Let the metrics rest for five minutes."

Adrian answered softly. “The Island of Crossing.” Silence. “The Ferryman never meets anyone on land.” ⸻ Before another word could be spoken— Every light inside the estate dimmed. The antique compass lying on Vittorio’s desk… Began spinning wildly. North. South. East. West. Again. Again. Again. Then suddenly… It stopped. The needle pointed… Not north. But directly toward the hidden bookshelf in the study. A loud mechanical click echoed through the room. The bookshelf slowly slid sideways.

At the compass that had gone out when the light came through the floor. At his hands without the light. He looked up. “The compass,” he said slowly. I looked at him. “It went out,” he said. “When the light came through the floor.” He looked at his hands. “Not dark. Out. The way a light goes out when the thing it was pointing toward has arrived and pointing is no longer necessary.” He held my gaze. “Elena, the compass function orients toward the original intention. Toward what the pack world was always supposed to be.” He paused. “It went out because what the pack world was always supposed to be is here.” He looked at the light. “The compass does not need to point toward something already pre

He was barely conscious. “They didn’t die,” he rasped when he saw Kael. “The Red Ridge wolves," they marched willingly. Following a figure wearing the crest, of an ancient Guardian. His eyes found Thea. With shaking hands he pressed something into her palm. A small silver compass, old and cold. The needle didn’t point north. It spun once, twice, and then locked. Pointing straight toward the Frozen Lake.

I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry. The silence in the compendium pressed harder now. It wasn’t the quiet of emptiness. It was the kind that listened. The kind that waited. My fingers hovered over the page again. *Breaking the Curse.* The words felt heavier this time. Because now I knew. It wasn’t just incomplete. It had been stolen. My pulse quickened at the thought. Someone had been here. Someone who knew exactly what this book held. Someone who knew exactly what to take. And more importantly—

My heart began to‌ race as I ope⁠n‌ed the‍ lid. There were no p⁠ape‌rs inside‍. In‌stead, I found two matching silver compa⁠sses. One was⁠ new‍ and the other was bent, its needle stuck poin‌ting northwest. Beside them w‍as a torn photograph wi‍th b‌urnt edges.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.