Broken Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

Brock despised the taste of hardship. He craved the opulence he once enjoyed, the endless luxury he thought should last forever. But now, in an instant, all those dreams had shattered. Everything lay in ruins. Brock's eyes burned with hatred as he fixed his gaze on Amelia. It was her, she had obliterated his dazzling future. She had destroyed everything. A murderous intent took hold. Blinded by rage, he could think of nothing else. Anyway, Finlay would not spare him since things had gone south.

Chapter 148 – The Broken Star’s Choice The broken star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its light a fractured mosaic of fading gold and encroaching shadow, each throb a heartbeat of anguish that threatened to unravel the tapestry of all creation. Jessica’s hollowness was a screaming void, her body bloodied and trembling, her glow extinguished as her future self loomed, radiant yet broken, her hollow eyes and chilling vow, “Your love will break you, Jessica.

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.

**This book is a prequel to the Guardians Trilogy. However, while it starts before the first book in the Trilogy and can be read as a stand alone, it will span the timeframe of both Books 1 and 2. This book will contain spoilers and references discussed in the other books. It is recommended that you first read Book 1, The Broken Warrior’s Daughter, and Book 2, Alpha’s Guardian Angel before reading this book.

"Give us a mystery! Give us a heist! Give us a plot that isn't about who I'm sleeping with!" I lunged for the Anchor just as the silver arrows struck the stone. The combination of my "Editor" energy and the conductive silver created a backdraft of pure, white-hot narrative force. The clones shattered into glass shards. The purple mist was sucked back into the pillar. And then, the voice of the Author changed. It went from a scream to a glitchy, distorted whisper. “Fine. You want a different story? You want a mystery? Then find the Architect. Book Two: The Silent Kingdom. Coming... never.”

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

But after the accident, my nights had been filled with unbearable suffering. The only thing that had kept me going through those years of pain had been my love for Queenie. When I realized she no longer loved me, I had nothing left to hold onto in this world. As a crippled man, my existence would only burden my parents and son. "Mom, you're lying." Leroy pushed Queenie away. "You held a knife to my neck and said that only Mr. Francis mattered to you. That Dad and I didn't matter at all. "It's your fault I don't have a dad anymore. I hate you. You're nothing like my friends' moms. Their moms only love their dads, but you love Mr. Francis."

There was no way I would ever be able to look at him and pretend that I was fine. For over four months now, I had prided myself on my ability to walk through multiple rooms with my walls in place and made sure that no one saw the part of me that I locked away. But it all changed today. Today, Kian reached for that part, and he didn't just find it; he made a fucking crack. A very big one that left a gaping hole. I was foolish to believe that my walls were perfectly in place. I was stupid to think that I had gone through all the breaking points in life and I wouldn't meet any more.

see you later, Gator -Dylan* my world had shattered into a million pieces. Dylan had Jane. he knew what my brothers had done. nono had ordered then to add a distraction, but they got my daughter taken. or was there still a rat in the house? how did Dylan know I wouldn't be here with Jane? how did he know where to find us? who was the snitch this time? why did nono give those orders? why would Nono risk giving us away?