Broken Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

And with a wink he climbed the stairs. . . . Are you guys ready? Hopefully yes! If this is the first time you are reading my book, you have to read His Broken Princess before this and you can also read standalone- BRIDE TO BE and a completed Duo series CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTIVE ROMANCE and TRAPPED FOREVER- A Dark and Twisted Happily Ever After. Thankyou ♡ A. Gupta

The great doors close with a sound like breaking bones, leaving me alone with the ache of this cursed crown and the weight of a kingdom built on graves. The crown itself pulses against my temples, its once-brilliant gold now tarnished to the color of old blood. It used to shine like captured sunlight, a beacon of hope and righteous rule. Now it hums with an endless network of hairline cracks, each fracture a spider's thread of corruption spreading deeper into the metal and into me. Each break is a reminder that nothing in this world remains unbroken: not thrones built on noble intentions, not bloodlines stretching back to heroes of legend, not oaths sworn under starlight with hearts full of

I picked interest in this mafia book: HEALING THE BROKEN UNDERWORLD BOSS. Right from the first chapter, it felt like I was the main character, a guy who was betrayed and chased out of his home and prominence but came back stronger to deal with all of his enemies. Same thing I wanted to do to the king. While I sat on the sofa, cruising through the pages of the book with determination, my phone rang. I picked it up and it was Callan. Dropping the book with an indication on the page I stopped, I tapped on the screen, picking the call.

I am a complete loser. I am immobile and irresponsive to whatever is happening to me or around me. I motivate myself not to think about him, then, the sight of a crow decides otherwise. I woke up and realized I didn’t think of him and the rest of the day will be good, then, someone use a lighter, and the sound shatters me into pieces I don’t know how to collect. I kept myself busy with loads of work, but the sight of books squeeze my lungs, for, I almost that I could finally attend an art school, live my dream. A song, a black shirt familiar cologne, smell of sweat even if it is my own, rain and coffee, and every speck has now become like guns shooting his memories to break the already broke

The shelves had been scattered around and books were flying all around the small space. My left leg was stuck under one of the shelves and i had to manage and pull it off in an awkward position with just two of my hands until my leg was free and i could feel the enormous pain but that did not stop me from finding the book. I had been searching while struggling with a broken foot for a book that held the rest of my future, and when i finally found it, i was completely shattered. I did not want to cry, i could not, all along i told myself i was iron woman, made of steel and nothing would break me. Nothing could.

Blood oozed out from her mouth and from the hole in her chest, pooling around her body. My knees weakened as my whole world crumbled right before my very eyes. They broke her. ... to continue reading. Search for the book with the title “BEYOND THE DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Witch” on this app

“The bond. It’s not dead, Elara. It just bit us.” “Shut up,” she snapped, but her voice was shaking. “You felt it,” I said, taking a step toward her. I didn’t care about the pain in my hand. “It hurt because we’re broken. But it’s there. You can’t kill it, no matter how much you hate me.” “I said shut up!” She backed away from me, her chest heaving. She looked down at her wrist again, then back at me. I could see the conflict in her eyes. For a split second, she wasn't the powerful Thorne heir. She was just Elara.

The room went still. Even First Man pause, his skeletal mask turning toward the Broken with renewed interest. "That is a dangerous ambition, Broken. Satan Heirs are not easily killed. . Why would you betray your own kind?" The Broken leaned forward. "Because one of them killed my brother. He was my blood, my flesh, my only family. And he was taken from me by one of the Heirs. I do not know which one and I do not know why. But I will find out. And when I do, I will end them. Permanently."

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.

“That’s true. It did feel good, and I’d do it all over again if given a chance.” With his pointer finger in the air, Daniel wagged it back and forth as he lifted his chin to the door. “This is my kingdom.” His hand slapped at his chest as he moved towards her. “Mine. My word is the law here, and he broke the law.” The window he backed her against spilled a red light over his dark eyes, and for a moment, she saw the beast that dwelled within him. “This isn’t you.” She sniffed back her tears, and a whimper came from her quivering lips. “This isn’t who you are. Not the man who rocks our baby at night. Not the one who held me in the darkness through my screams. I don’t know who you are.”