Broken Knight Lj Shen Novels & Stories

"Damien, don't come complaining to me if our son no longer calls you dad in the future!" Angry, Sarah hung up the phone. In the past, when work consumed most of my time, I worried that as our son grew older, our bond would weaken. But now... hah. The Sheldons had manipulated me for so many years. Now that I've finally started fighting back, they can't handle it. Peter and Lucy spoiled their son and, back then, they had transferred the house into his name.

But he was interrupted by the door swinging open. "Shawn chill, you can't kill her yet." I heard a unfamiliar voice say. I opened my eyes to see another very intimidated man in the door way. He seemed very casual. No shirt, messy hair. It honestly seemed as though he had just got laid considering all the bruises on his neck. "She's our bait, she has to stay alive until they come for her." He said nonchalantly. Shawn clutched the gun tightly in his hand as he kept the gun perfectly aligned with my skull.

Her body longed to be comforted by the familiar presence of her dad; it took a great deal of her energy to remember that this was an eleve, a creature not to be trusted. Efaffion waved a careless hand, and then gestured towards a bridge to the east of the building. Raw sunlight shattered across its surface. Lily wondered if it ever rained. “He has a fondness for dramatics. Every visitor to Oakhame hears one or more of his nonsense prophecies. Pay him no need.” But still his words haunted her, following her footsteps as they rounded the building. Her heart had been split, she supposed – Atticus’s rejection had broken her as surely as any knife wound could. But it had not parted in two ways –

he discontinued, with his complaints again. "Continue, Sam," I narrowed my gaze at him and spoke in a low, dangerous tone. My eyes were fierce and cold. Seeing my change in demeanor, he knew I was no longer in the mood for play. Gulping instantly, he cleared his throat and continued, "According to my research, she is the only surviving heir of Alpha Clawson and the true mate of Kian, the Alpha of the Blackwood pack," I let out a small irritating growl at his last words, does he have to add those last statements though there is something with what he just said that the Luna was the only surviving heir from the Clawson lineage?

I wonder what I can do to torture her with this new information about her attraction to me. Once I finish my shower, I knock on the girls bathroom door to let them know I'm done. We still have a cuple hours left until dinner so I work on unpacking my things and getting them put away. We might only be here for a couple weeks, but being able to put your stuff away inside a closet when you've been living out of your bag for awhile is just a nice little treat. Dimitri is on the phone with Crystal, his mate, so I decide to take a nap to give them as much privacy as I can. I can't imagine how hard it would be to be away from your mate for so long especially with everything that has happened lately

You are the man who chooses what to do with it. I had not broken anything with my hands since I was sixteen. Now here I was again like a fucking teenager. The blood was starting to show across my knuckles now, slow and dark. The bond had gone quiet, which meant she was happy, or something close to it, and I was sitting in a car with broken knuckles bleeding on the steering wheel I had just destroyed because I couldn't handle seeing another man touch the woman I had marked. I was in serious trouble.

Her tone trembled. Selena, driven by her wicked nature, showed no mercy. With a swift movement of her hand, she pushed Faith forcefully, causing her to stumble backward. As her body lost balance, Faith collided with the shards of the broken vase, the sharp fragments tearing through her delicate skin. Pain shot through Faith's body as she fell to the ground, the broken vase now a cruel bed beneath her. The surrounding workers gasped in horror, their eyes widening with shock at the queen's callous actions. Even they didn't expect this harsh treatment even though they didn't like Faith. Some were torn between rushing to Faith's aid and fearing the queen's wrath, while others struggled to contai

Lucien’s expression was unreadable, but the flicker of pride in his gaze did not go unnoticed. Lady Varese sat, her face pale with fury. Another noble, a broad-shouldered Alpha named Toren, spoke next. “And what of the mate bond? The king has not claimed her. No mark. No oath. How can she rule without the bond being sealed?” Lucien stood. “My bond is not yours to demand,” he said coldly. “A true ruler does not need to mark his claim like an animal in heat. When she chooses me, it will be because she is ready. Not before.”

They had no substance and barely seemed to share half a damn brain between them. He'd been expecting so much more from this. At least the excuse to have to knock the fuck outta the ex. But the guy was too fucking stupid to cross the right line. Jen, on the other hand, still seemed to have some fight left in her. But he knew where that shit was coming from. After tonight the other two will, too, since they seemed too thick to figure it out on their own.

To check what was actually wrong with him, I reached out to touch him. "What do you think you're doing?" Raven nearly jumped, his expression turning aggressive. "Who gave you permission to touch me? Get your filthy hands off me!" That was strange. His body seemed perfectly fine. Could it be that particular part that was broken? As my gaze drifted downward, Raven became furious. "What are you looking at? Chloe Sutton, I'm asking you, what are you looking at? Is that something a mere human should be looking at?" Lydia had been right. He was almost certainly broken. Otherwise, his previous owner would not have thrown away such a beautiful incubus!