Broken Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Ethan taught me to read for endless afternoons, my first kiss was there, and consequently Nick's was also there. The first time I saw Ethan drunk, Anne's first broken heart, and when Tom got his driver's license. Even though it was confiscated that same day for him hitting the tree in our tree house. Typical Tom. Looking back I cannot understand how my life became what it is now. How could I have gotten so deep into the pit? At what point did everything go wrong? I think of the things I could have done differently. Maybe we would all still be together today. *** Chapter 1

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

There’s only the wreckage and the haunting memories of all that’s been lost. "Seraphina, " Fabian’s voice pops out from behind my thoughts, weighed down by something I cannot really put into words. I look at him, searching his face for something, anything. He’s been my anchor through all of this, but now I can see it, the cracks. The weight he’s been carrying is finally starting to show and he is broken. Just like this kingdom, just like me. “That’s it” I say in a low voice, holding my breath even while sore muscles in my body tell me. “The war is over; the kingdom is destroyed. We've lost so much, Fabian.

She walks with elegance and prudence but could speak a curse that would leave you both lost and confused, shattered and broken but most of all deeply in love. That's how I ended up here in this situation I am in now, losing everything and everyone closest to me. Leaving me alone, depending on her for love, on her to put a stop to my lust, and on her to fill me up when I’m empty to stick me back together when I'm broken. I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

I couldn't stop thinking about how Jack called me a slut and how Aubrey just completely left me for dead out there. It’s not like any of this was really even my fault. After what felt like hours of more crying, I finally managed to fall asleep. ~3 hours later~ The sound of something banging against my window catches me by surprise, having me immediately jolt awake as fear begins to engulf me. What the fuck was that? I grow still against my sheets as the sound repeats itself, this time sounding more like a sequence of patterns. Is somebody here? Slowly, I make my way over to my window before slowly pushing open my blinds. Jack?!

Because with us, there was always something next. Always another impossible choice. Always another transformation. We were the Broken Crown. And breaking was just what we did. Over and over. Until we finally shattered into something beautiful. Or disappeared completely. Either way— Together.

The Economy of the Broken Type The middle of the chapter was a slow, deliberate confrontation with the architecture of our new home. The island of decommissioned type-set was not a static landscape; it was an unstable ledger of abandoned concepts. As the hundred survivors carried blankets, iron pots, and bundles of firewood from the longboats, the metal characters beneath their boots shifted with a heavy, leaden groan—a clank-clank-clank that sounded like an old accounting machine being turned by hand in a dark room.