Romans & histoires Broken Fae

Flaming metallic scrapes rained down the sky and a pungent smell of burning flesh poisoned the air. The river flowing under the destroyed bridge was caught in red feiry blazes. The explosion had completely wiped out Blaine and his men's existence. It was an extremely distressing sight. Angela didn't dare to look over his shoulder and take in the massive destruction he had just unleashed. She knew it would haunt her forever if she did. She kept her gaze down not even meeting his eyes. Silent tears trickling down her cheeks.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

He had drawn it from the vault itself, from every soul it had ever held, and now that the vault was empty, he had nothing left to stand on. He fought it. His spirit clawed at the air, at the broken jars, at anything solid enough to anchor him, and the fissure beneath him widened instead, black light bleeding up through the crack like something underneath the tower had been waiting years for permission to rise. "Sera." Kieran pulled me back. "Whatever this is, it is not the same as her." It was not. Morvanna had thinned into silence. Kaelen came apart in pieces, each one tearing free with a sound like stone splitting under pressure, his voice breaking into fragments that no longer resembled w

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

I asked. “Give me the truth." And then Sofia held out her little finger. I wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. I taught her about the little finger promise when she was 4 years old and I was 8. We promised never to lie to each other. A little finger promise could never be broken. She remembered this. I didn't deserve that gesture, I broke my promise. But not anymore. Sofia deserved the truth that I had denied her for so many years, even though in the end I would lose her for good.

The Fae Queen's court is shattered. ​

“What was once strong has become a liability. The prophecy has teeth, girl. And it’s hungry.” I turned to face him, my voice brittle with exhaustion. “Then what now? You want blood? I gave it.” He glanced at the altar, unimpressed. “A drop of defiance isn’t the same as sacrifice.” Trenton stepped beside me, stiff and quiet. “What happens if it falls apart?” The fae smiled darkly, “You’ll forget each other. One by one. The memories will fade. The bond will rot. And all that will be left is the ache of something missing.”