Broken Engagement Webtoon Novels & Stories

But a common potion and a willing maid had touched it, infact they had smashed it. He had broken the world we built, not with a Challenge, not with a law, but with a moment of weak, selfish hunger. He had proven that the bond, for all its power, was not stronger than his base instincts. And in doing so, he had made a liar of every promise, and a fool of the woman who believed them. The tears in my eyes that threatened to spill didn’t come. The screaming in my heart stopped, and there was only absolute silence. I sat up in the dark, the phantom ache between my hips caused by my sitting posture.

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I walk through the front door and follow the sound of her sobs until I find her room. Her back is to me and she wears a tank top, my heart breaks as I can see finger print bruises on her shoulders. I say her name softly, "Cara?" She turns to me, tears still falling down her face. She is clutching her heart and says, "I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. Do you know what's going on?" I nod slowly and she begs, "What is it? How can we make it stop?" I blink, surprised that she hasn't been able to figure it out and I say, "We can't make it stop... it's your mate bond breaking." She blinks, looking completely lost and confused and I elaborate, "Your mate bond is broken because...

But there were a few regrets that filled my bosom. My tiny wishes. I wished I could tell Stephen King how I used to steal his books from Cora's library. He made me fall in love with terrifying stories of real life. How I stopped fearing monsters and started believing they were part of us; within us. I just wished to tell him how much I was grateful to him. But it wasn't happening. Maybe one day in heaven. Just maybe. With these thoughts running frantically in my mind, I heard a growl. The loudest yet most noisy growl ever in my life. And that's when I felt had given in along with my mind. I lost my consciousness. I felt suffocated. This was it. This was my last moment. Goodbye.

And with those words, I turned and walked away, my heart heavy but my spirit unbroken. The Chapter of our story that had once held the promise of love and partnership had come to a close, replaced by the harsh reality of shattered bonds and irreparable wounds. The road ahead was uncertain, but as I walked away from the man who had once been my mate, I knew that I was finally taking the first steps toward reclaiming my identity and embracing a future that was truly my own.

He buried his face in my hair, his body trembling with a high-tension aftershock. "I broke it," he whispered. "The network is dead. The city is just a city again." I looked up at the monitors. They were black. The safe room was dark. Arthur was gone. Julian was gone. But then, the terminal on the decoupling coil flickered. It didn't show data. It didn't show a video feed. It showed a single, handwritten line of text, appearing letter by letter as if someone were typing it in real-time. “The son thinks he won because he broke the bridge. He forgot that a bridge is only necessary if the two sides are separate.”

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

I tell him, giving him a little hug and continuing my walk to his cabin where Becca waits. I let myself into the cabin and see Becca leaning over the breakfast bar in the kitchen. “Becca, it’s only me,” I whisper, letting her know I’m here. She turns to face me, her eyes red and puffy and her cheeks stained with rivers of tears and mascara. A significant tremor takes over her body as she finishes turning around; she can’t hold her heartbreak any longer, so she drops to her knees. “There’s something wrong with the mate bond Eve. It’s broken,” she says as gut-wrenching sobs tear through her chest. A great sob escapes her lips, and she covers her face with shaking hands.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let a tear fall. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I repeated. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I breathed out. More bullets were being shot, and I immediately wiped my tears away in determination to get out. I took another deep breath and looked around analyzing the room. I squinted my eyes and noticed to door was slightly open. "How the fuck is it open Shawn slammed it shut?" I asked myself. I then remembered the door bouncing back open because of a piece of foam slightly sitting in between the doorframe preventing it from closing.