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I slowly reached for the box, carefully pulled the ribbon open and opened up the box. Inside it laid a brand new sword but it was broken at the tip. My gaze snapped up immediately. A sword broken at the tip signifies betrayal and deceit. There’s only one person I know who this was connected to, who sent me this and what was their reason, what the hell is Alpha Kade up to. My heart pounded in my chest as I became even more restless.

I ask in a cold voice with a straight face trying to hide the fear creeping up my throat threatening to choke me. "I thought I would come say hello to my mate and you really didn't make it easy to get in. Almost like you didn't want me to come in, but that would be ridiculous. I broke a window and climbed through. Those aren't reinforced. You really wanna be careful with that because someone could just break in whenever they want. Luckily this time it was just me." It almost sounds like he is genuinely concerned about it, yet I know better. He is fucking crazy.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

And it had cost him everything. Jack looked at his left hand. The Void crystal was dormant, its pitch-black surface dull without capital to fuel it. The Genesis Coin in his pocket, removed from its chest mount, was cracked in five places, its dark-gold light extinguished entirely. His dark-gold sword sat in the corner, its blade fractured from hilt to tip. His weapons were broken. His bank was in someone else's name. His armor was scrap.

Every saturday morning, the sun gleamed with pride. Thaddeus sat astride the window watching as tiny rain drops trickled down the window pane, descending in the house through the tiny crack in the roof. It should have been fixed by their dad a some sunny months ago... His thoughts flew out of proportion with the hard thuds he thought he'd heard on the weak door of his small house. Almost instantly there came a rapid second thud on the door. It was also as the first, if not harder. Whoever was knocking should be grateful Sarah was not home, it would...

I was on cloud nine, nothing could ever be more great than this moment. Alexander gentle ran his finger tips up and down my spine as I lay breathless on his chest still strattling him. I didn't know of I was afraid to move or just couldn't "I think I'm broken" I whispered motionless. " Oh no I broke my fiance" Alexander laughed as he carefully rolled me on to the bed. "yea you broke me" I laughed trying to move. "I bet if I got you some food you'd move" he teased. "food would be nice" I nearly whispered.

Just like the other one beside it. I scoff under my breath, letting the bottle clink against the table as I set it back down. I should feel triumphant. I should feel whole. But as I stare at the shattered remain s of my life I crashed, at the man who once promised me forever, at the woman who stole my life— All I feel is the bitter taste of something unfinished.

I slam the old, brittle scroll onto her desk. The parchment is cracked, faded, the ink barely legible unless you know what you’re looking for. But the title is clear: The Severing of Fated Bonds: A King’s Ritual of Rejection I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to stave off the headache brewing behind my eyes. “He passed out next to her,” I say tightly. “One second he was fighting the bond like a stubborn mule, and the next—boom. Collapsed.” Zarina sits down hard.

I retorted, glancing sideways at him. "Someday, you're going to break your own rules, too. Mark my words, Andriette," he said, meeting my gaze directly. I looked away. "Never going to happen." "You can't be so sure," he stated, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You're really weird," I mumbled. He chuckled, glancing back at me. "So are you." I shook my head. "I don't even know why I agreed to this deal. It's so boring. Having Claude as an enemy is just annoying."

"I don't need you to protect me. Your love will be enough for me to fight till my last breath." ~ Regan "My love for you is mercenary. Don't expect something that you will never get from me." ~ Lincoln . . . Regan Wells (Maria Turgenev) It started the day in senior high, a game of revenge that I was unaware of at that time. He starts the battle of the unknown with me, a girl with a lost memory against him, a handsome bully with his demons.