Broken Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

“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.”

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv

"May, I've put up with you for far too long. Flaunting your fancy job, dictating 'you're in charge of the world outside, I handle home affairs.' I'm the man! I'm no slave of yours! "Rowena is different. She loves me, treats me like I'm her world, and gives me the dignity of a man." Rowena, the neighbor I had always looked out for, stood smirking behind him. "Thanks a million for handing over such a catch, May. Oh, and those healthy kids, too. Without you, I'd be at a loss with my own dead baby." I tried to fight back but was mercilessly pushed under the water. In my final moments, I saw my real daughter, the one they had switched, screaming to stop those monsters, only to be struck until she

About everyone she planned to destroy. Her handwriting messy. Jagged. Like her thoughts. Like her heart. In the middle of the page, circled three times, one word stood out. Fire. She stared at it. Smiled. Touched the word like a prayer. She laughed again. Quieter this time. More disturbing because of it. "They think I'm broken." She whispered. "They think I'm done." She looked up. Eyes gleaming. "But broken things are the most dangerous. Because they have nothing left to lose."

The silence was punctuated only by our quiet murmurs, our shared yearning for a past we never knew, a future we desperately wished for. Later, amidst the twisted metal and rubble, James stumbled upon a tattered book, its cover mostly torn away, revealing only a few words—'The Chronicles of Atheria'. The title alone conjured images of a world far removed from our own, a place of magic and wonder, of brave knights and epic quests. The pages, brittle with age and decay, contained fragmented stories, glimpses of a civilization that had flourished before the catastrophe. It spoke of vibrant cities, of advanced technology, and of a society that lived in harmony with its environment.

Jaymianne asked her secretary whilst placing another tea. Cheslea crouched beside her and held her hands. She smiled, reassuring that her boss deserved everything accomplished in her life. "What makes you think that?" "I don't have siblings and my parents died leaving the bankrupt company to me. My life has become a mess ever since I met that man." "You deserve everything, Jayme. The money that passed to you and the company you restored. We don't have much staff but we still operate because of the clients who trusted you so don't think that you aren't worthy of your achievements."

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

The light collapses, howling, and the hand goes with it—dragged screaming into nothing by Kael’s chains. The silence after is worse than the noise. The Broken City is gone. The spires, the streets, the river of glass—vanished. All that’s left is a plain of black ash under a dead sky. And the Throne. Empty. I fall to my knees. My hands scrape stone. My throat is raw from screaming his name. And the bond— The bond is a thread of smoke. Fading. “No.” My voice cracks like glass. “No, no, no—”

It wouldn’t stop until every one of them was broken. ☠️ End of Chapter 22

The next day broke with no mercy. Rome woke beneath gray skies, sirens still echoing from the night before, smoke rising from burned warehouses like ghosts that refused to rest. The newspapers screamed of war. The streets whispered Bruno Deluca’s name in fear and reverence. And inside the Deluca estate, the Ice King shattered glass. The mirror in Bruno’s bedroom exploded against the wall as his fist struck it, blood streaking down his knuckles like a second pulse. “Find her!” he roared. “Find her or don’t come back breathing!”