Broken Heroines Novels & Stories

It was more like an insult that is punishable by execution. They showed their ridicule at her seeing how powerless she is compared to their kingdom. Though it was true that the sovier kingdom is powerless and small compared to them. But it doesn't mean that they can't fight back. After all, it was Alisha the villainous who was ruling the kingdom. Not only is she capable of ruling she was able to tame the wild and powerful man like Macbeth. Who was known as the king of evil in the arena.

Instead, she reached up and slapped me, her small hand connecting with my cheek with a surprising amount of force. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice trembling with righteous anger. "You think your arrogance gives you the right to disregard the needs of others? Move your car, now!!" My pack members, who had been waiting nearby, looked on in shock as the human woman stood up to me, the infamous Broken Alpha. I clenched my fists, torn between the urge to lash out and the grudging respect I felt for her courage. "Fine!," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

“And I think you’re scared of following it.” Solène dragged a shaky breath. Because she wasn’t wrong. “You’re a strong woman, Solene.” Her mother went on. “I watched you survive most things people wouldn’t recover from. And I think nothing. Not even something like this will destroy you.” A small smile appeared on Solène’s face despite herself. Then slowly it faded again, her gaze dropping to the liquid in her mug like it held the answer. Because yes, she knew the answer, but somehow she just wanted to hear someone say it.

Hi guys. I hope you are enjoying this book. Just to let you know that this book is actual a sequel. There are three-in-one series about three sisters - Diane, Malvika and Natasha. The first book, 'Unrequited Love' is about Diane and it's been published on Goodnovel. You can check my profile page. 'Broken Hearts' is the second book about Natasha. The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts.

Old scars, invisible or not, ran deeper than muscle. "Your name?" I asked the female. She hesitated, voice trembling. "Rhea." "Who cast you out?" "My Alpha." Her jaw clenched. "Said I was too weak to bear his mark." I met her gaze. "You’re still standing, aren’t you?" Her eyes widened slightly. Then, for the first time, her shoulders straightened. That was all it took—one spark of acknowledgment. One refusal to let shame define her. I turned to the others. "You’ve all been broken. That’s why you survived. Broken things learn how to bleed and keep moving."

Maybe I am just another actress in the play she wrote for me since childhood. — If you want him to come back to you, the world around that girl must collapse. Not violently. Slowly, messily. Like a too-fragile piece that you crack in just the right spot until it bursts. I sit up on the couch. Something breaks inside me. Or builds. I don’t know anymore. — I’m listening. — The first thing: you must become central, unavoidable, unassailable. A poor broken woman. But dignified. A silent heroine. A perfect victim.

Yes, please. “It's because you are the Alpha of the pack. The best Alpha recorded in history. The only wolf to ever get close to the Lycan Lord and survive. The only wolf to lose her wolf and get it back. The only Alpha to lead the greatest people in battle — even though most of them ended up betraying you but that made you stronger. You never stayed down. And you rose to become the moon warrior. And all this things you achieved being the one thing people didn't expect anything from — a woman. So tell me isn't all this achievement enough to shut the strongest man of all times?” “I know, mother,” I let out a sigh. “It's just that the villagers will only see me as a woman.”

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.