Broken Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

His body began to crack and break apart, dark energy leaking from every fissure. "This isn't over," he gasped. "Others will come. Others who seek what your daughter represents." "Then we'll face them too," Dante said, standing beside Aria. "Together." Vane's body crumbled to ash, blown away by a wind that seemed to come from nowhere. With his death, the remaining Bloodborn suddenly collapsed, their corrupted life force tied to their creator. The clearing fell silent except for heavy breathing and the sounds of wounded warriors. Then Luna laughed. A pure, delighted baby laugh that echoed across the battlefield.

This was precisely where the rift had been, he was sure of it. But there was only grassy earth where the hollow crack in the land had once been. He sat heavily upon it, balling his hands into fists. “The rifts are all gone,” said a strange voice, one Atticus couldn’t quite place. He looked up, scrubbing his sallow face and blinking blearily. Looking at the stranger was like looking straight into the sun. “They’re gone,” he said again, and Atticus decided the stranger was, indeed, a he. “Red Ripper is gone; so too are the nasty side-effects of their dangerous magic. The rifts were cracks in the very fabric of the world. No Red Ripper, no rifts.” He shrugged.

Whatever waited beyond the southern borders, whatever new challenge eventually arrived to test everything we'd built together, I understood, standing there in the warm glow of a hard-won peace, that we'd face it exactly the way we'd faced everything since that very first night. Chosen. Together. However many times, however many crises, however many old grievances and ancient threats and scattered bloodlines still waited beyond the borders we understood. I hadn't broken, that first night in the Great Hall. I'd found, instead, exactly the life worth building — one choice, renewed daily, at a time. END OF BOOK ONE (The Lycan King's story continues in Book Two: Kingdom of the Southern Fires)

Once they arrived at campus, they parted ways because Arsen had business with a professor. Now, only Claire was left standing alone in front of a tall building with walls entirely made of glass. When she turned to look at the building, she was utterly shocked. “How did I suddenly end up here?” she muttered as she hurried past the building, which turned out to be the campus bookstore. She hurried into her faculty building, glancing around repeatedly. Several students looked at her with strange expressions, which only made her more frightened. It felt as though someone was following her and trying to harm her.

"Leonard Cohen. He understood brokenness better than most." "Do you think that's true? That being broken is necessary?" "I think being broken teaches us things being whole never could." Vincent took the book gently from my hands and read the next lines. "But I also think we get to choose what we do with the breaking. Let it destroy us or let it remake us into something stronger." I looked up at him. "Is that what you did? Let it remake you?" "I'm still figuring that out." He handed the book back. "But I'm trying."

Her warm tears soaked into his shirt. Holding her gently, he walked ahead as a volcano of fire exploded behind them, destroying the half of bridge to the dust. Angela stilled when she heard the blast and a second later raised her astounded gaze to him. The answer was evident in his unfazed eyes. Nikaulas had fixed a bomb on Karl. That was for putting scratch on her. ......... Do gem the book if you likd the update.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Everywhere Thaddeus looked was thick, black and acrid smoke, he saw the labyrinth-like ruins of the once-glorious streets in the black smog. Walking as fast as his legs could carry him through the unbearable heat that made his shirts almost instantly drenched in sweat, the fear of his last encounter at the alley still lingered in his head. The farther he walked, the more fearful he became of finding himself surrounded by the bigger boys.

“I am the Queen of Ruin.” Rafik’s gentle hands elegantly pleased Tessa’s breasts when he left her throat. “Yes. My Queen. I would see that you are the greatest destroyer ever breathed into being. I want to watch you burn the whole world and bask in the warmth of its flames. Just take me with you, Rohi.” Smashing her lips into his, Tessa released him from the depths of her endlessly hungry body as she lifted herself from the bed. “I’ll be right back.” Slipping her silk nightgown over her body, Rafik turned to watch while he continued to pant in recovery.