Broken Melody Novels & Stories

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone pathway was covered in a thick layer of moss. Next door, where my childhood home had once been, was now a bar. From inside, a singer strummed their guitar, their voice drifting through the evening air: "…At the moments that matter most, I finally see it clear, “Your hesitation, “Leaving me to wander alone, “Sober in the midst of dying, “Realizing you were always two steps ahead of me…" My fingers tightened around the keys. The sharp edges dug into my palm, cutting deep.

And in that moment, the air split with a sound that made my blood run cold, a scream of metal and death from the edge of the clearing, and I knew with absolute certainty that nothing would ever be the same. A sudden, unseen explosion rocks the clearing, throwing dust and debris into the air, and the last thing Melinda sees before darkness swallows her is Kenneth lunging toward her as shadows converge.

“And why not? You gonna stop me?” “Because you’re not safe.” His voice dropped into something darker. “Rowblood’s not done with you.” It felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me. Roland. The memories hit like a freight train. Cold eyes. Lies. Manipulation. The way he’d used me, broken me, and discarded me. I had escaped, and was free. Not really. Not with him still out there, and that pack, like a wolf at my back, ready to tear me apart again. But, hell, I’m not about to show him weakness.

Do you know who had the motive to make you look bad? Victor. Or Mateo? The answer hits before I can say it out loud. “Thanks, Eli,” I say. “I’m really grateful. Be careful getting home.” I stand up and take my leave to go to my apartment. ~~~ I go home, lock the door, and sit on the edge of the bed, feeling devastated. The city sounds outside are muffled but distant. I feel cold… with goosebumps on my skin. At 7:10 AM my phone buzzes. It's an unknown number again. Just aware that it's Remy’s.

Turning on my heel, I went back inside and pulled the curtains close. My phone buzzed with a notification from Taylor. “You should see her. She’s at breaking point.” I texted back, “What about you? Why aren’t you with her?” Taylor didn’t respond. That afternoon, the bank handling Ivy’s student aid called me. “Ms. Bell’s loan is overdue. We can’t reach her. You’re listed as her emergency contact. Do you know where she is?” I replied, “I don’t. I no longer have any association with her.”

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

Love is not like that. At least not my definition of love. I stayed with you for 17 years, Anirudh . Now I can not do it anymore. Everytime my decisions were taken by someone else but today I am making my own decision. I am ending my misery. I am no longer a puppet of yours. I am no longer a prisoner. I am free. I am finally free. Move away Anirudh the car will blast any moment and most importantly it is not your love that broke me. I am broken by the love of my own. My love broke me completely.

The reaction was a Symmetry-Crash. The indigo-black silk didn't just tear; it Rottened. The "Perfect" music turned into the raw, prehistoric roar of the North. The porcelain-weaver shrieked as his four arms were shattered by the "Ugly" truth of a love that was built on Choice, not Destiny. "ERROR," the voice of the First Luna shrieked from the top of the silk-cathedral. "MATE-BOND IS UN-VERIFIED. THE SYMMETRY-TRAP IS VOIDED".