Broken Dreams Novels & Stories

“Let me go Sandro I do not want this marriage anymore” Five years ago, Elena Moretti made a mistake, a careless one. A one night stand with a stranger, she thought everything was fine if she could pretend it never happened but when that night left her pregnant, her parents forced her into marriage with the ruthless, cold Alessandro De Luca. Alessandro never wanted a wife. Marriage meant nothing to him but he was forced into a marriage with the girl he had a one night stand with, a girl from a family with a falling empire, convinced she did this to seduce him for her family gain he made their marriage-unbearable, loveless, distant and built on nothing but obligation. For five years Elena endured his cruelty raising their son in silence. Now she’s done, she wants out. But just as she prepares to leave, their daughter is kidnapped by Sandro’s enemies, forcing them into working together. As they navigate a deadly game of power and betrayal, Elena starts to see the man behind the monster—the husband who was never hers, the father willing to burn the world for their child. Is it too late to turn hatred into love? Or is she going to take the risk of opening her heart again to the man who hurt her?

I married Don Alessandro in secret. The Five Families of Chicago had ruled for generations. And I had married into the most powerful of them. For four years, Alessandro made me promises. One hundred and twelve times. And one hundred and twelve times, he left me standing alone. The first time, his ex‑girlfriend’s father had a heart attack. Alessandro canceled the wedding and stayed with her for three full weeks. The second time, she crashed her Maserati into a fountain in Monaco. Drunk. He flew there overnight and paid off the police chief personally. Every time, right before our wedding, she manufactured another crisis. I begged. I screamed. I put a knife to my own wrist. Alessandro just laughed, pulled the blade from my hand, and fucked me against the nearest wall. “She’s my ex‑girlfriend. You’re my wife. You don't need to be jealous of her.” After the one hundred and twelfth time, I stopped feeling anything. I pushed a piece of agreement in front of him.“Our marriage. Our alliance. Consider it terminated.”

“You naïve little girl. I told you what you wanted to hear. I gave you what you wanted tonight. But I cannot marry you. I am already fated and you knew that .” Seth started to morph into his wolf. He knew that I would be too tired to take my wolf form after what we had done. " Happy 18th birthday,Larna. You fool!" I cried as I fell to the floor. I am Larna and revenge has crept into my sweet little heart. Will the life I bring into this world melt away the anger and resentment or will the moon goddess bless me with a true mate. They say time heals all wounds but I disagreed. Only love from a fated mate can heal the wounds they have made.

In a world ruled by blood and betrayal, love was never meant to be her destiny — it was her weapon. At twenty, Lidia Moretti thought she had already faced the worst life could offer — losing her mother young, enduring her aunt’s cruelty, and surviving years of silence. But when her uncle trades her to the most feared mafia boss in Italy, her life takes a turn darker than her nightmares. Bruno DeLuca, known as The Ice King, built his empire on control, vengeance, and an oath never to feel again. Women feared him. Men obeyed him. Love was a weakness he buried long ago. Until Lidia walked into his home — fragile, defiant, and utterly forbidden. What begins as a cruel arrangement turns into something dangerously intoxicating. Bruno can’t stay away from her. Lidia can’t escape him. Their worlds collide in a storm of passion, lies, and unspoken truths. But behind the walls of luxury and lust lies a deadly secret — one that ties them both to a past soaked in blood. When Lidia discovers she is the missing daughter of the mafia godfather, and Bruno learns he is the bastard son of his greatest enemy, their love becomes a war that could destroy the entire underworld. In a life built on oaths, one will break to protect her… and the other will burn everything to avenge her. She was sold as a pawn. He made her his queen. Together, they’ll rewrite the laws of power, loyalty, and love. “The King’s Broken Oath” is a dark, romantic, and emotionally charged mafia saga — where passion is dangerous, vengeance is seductive, and love is the deadliest game of all.

To help my husband, Ryan Whitaker, compete for the director position, I spend an entire month securing the sale of a luxury apartment worth tens of millions of dollars. On the day the contract is signed, Ryan hands the primary contract to Lucinda Brooks, a new employee who has just joined the company. When I demand an explanation, his eyes flicker with guilt. Still, he argues, "Lucinda studied abroad. She is more academically accomplished than you, and her Iridian is better. The client happens to have a foreign business partner, so it'll be smoother if she takes the lead on the signing." As he speaks, he wraps an arm around my shoulders, expecting me to compromise like I always do. But this time, I don't smile but continue to pull a long face. That very afternoon, I submit my resignation letter and hand over every core client under my management. Ryan is furious as he tears up the resignation letter and mocks me. "When I married you, I didn't even care that you only graduated from high school. Why are you picking a fight with a newcomer now?" I laugh. It's true that I don't have an impressive educational background, but he's forgotten one most crucial thing. I didn't earn my title as the company's sales champion through academic credentials.

There’s one rule in the Alpha’s house: do not touch the traitor’s daughter. Vanessa was supposed to die the night Alpha Alec took her father’s throne. Instead, loyal servants smuggled her into the palace under a false name, raising her in silence, training her for one purpose: kill the Alpha heir before he discovers who she is. But fate has its own plans. When Alec returns from war to claim his title, he barely notices the quiet maid scrubbing his floors—until the mate bond snaps into place. The pull is instant. Violent. Dangerous. Now Vanessa is torn between the revenge she was born for and the mate she never asked for. Alec swore never to be ruled by a woman again, especially not one with enemy blood. But her scent is wildfire, and the bond is unraveling his control. Choosing her could cost him his crown. Killing her might destroy his soul.

I've been mated to Alpha Damon for five years. I helped him build a business empire, but he kept delaying our marking ceremony 99 times. Right before the ceremony was supposed to happen, he told me the pack’s resources were tight. He demanded I stop the expansion of the Alpha’s manor and scrapped the nursery I’d designed for our future pups. Then he turned around and bought a thirty-million-dollar penthouse for Isabella, a new omega in our pack. When Isabella and I were in a car crash at the same time, he didn't even glance my way. He ran straight to her. He wrapped her in his Alpha scent, holding her tight. Their scents mingling was like a knife to my heart. In the pack council hall, in front of all the Elders, I looked at him with ice in my eyes. "I, Elena, reject you, Damon, as my mate." Through the gut-wrenching pain of the mate bond snapping, I sent a message to the Alpha of another pack. "I rejected him. I'll be at your Crescent Moon Pack tomorrow."

Slave. Broken. Wolfless. I've always been the perfect toy for pain and pleasure to the ruthless Alpha Jax who owned me. Twenty years, I've lived in abuse, toture and slavery so one night I decided to run away from it all to find freedom, only to discover I had stepped into the pack of our enemy. I'm taken to their cruel and merciless Alpha Ares who fails to recognize me as Jax's slave so I thought I was free, but the only way he lets me stay in his pack is to be a slave once more.His slave.

****Excerpt**** “You see yourself as ordinary,” he said softly. “But entire worlds have crumbled and come apart for far less than a woman of your beauty.” He pushed his horn further again, filling her another inch. Her flame flared white-hot behind her ribs. Begging, pleading, clawing. “That’s it, my little whore. You like that, don’t you?” he preened against the corner of her mouth. His voice hit her harder than the horn. Dirty, cruel, worshipful. The word whore sent heat spiralling down her spine, making her clench around the invasion. She hated the word. She loved how he said it. “Please…” She started. He squeezed her throat, cutting off the rest of her words. Her breath hitched violently at the pressure, but she surrendered to the feeling. “Unless you are about to beg me to fuck your ass harder with this horn, I don’t want to hear how you can’t take any more.” He growled, low and threatening. A wave of want crashed into her so hard she whimpered. Adelaide should have been scared. In a way, she was. It wasn’t fear that made her heart pound, it was the terrifying realisation that she wanted exactly what he demanded. She wanted to feel the thickness of his horn deep inside her, wanted the stretch, the pain, the pleasure. She wanted all of what she knew he could give her. She leaned her head back to run her tongue over the seam of his lips. “Fuck me harder.” She said softly, the words barely a whisper. They carried the desperation, surrender, hunger, devotion, need. Her voice trembled with the weight of what she was giving him. Of what she was asking him to do to her. He growled. The sound vibrated through her, deep and possessive.

They called me fat. A wolf-less hybrid. A disgrace to the Alpha King. Even my mate thought the same of me. So I broke the bond—ended what should have never begun. But when he came crawling back to the same “worthless” hybrid… the only cure to his cursed bloodline, I chose myself. I would rather die than marry him. If he hated chubby girls so much, he could find his true love—someone worthy enough to save him… and his throne. So I disappeared. Six years later, he was still searching. And when he finally found me, I was standing among the creatures he despised the most, with a daughter who calls me mother. The look in his eyes? Pure hatred. Too bad the feeling was mutual. Now the curse is tightening around his neck. His throne is slipping through his fingers. And I’m his only salvation.