Broken Princess Novels & Stories

The glass broke apart and one of the reflections was destroyed. Camela gasped while clutching her chest tightly. “It burned…like fire under my skin.” Vincent caught her just in time before she could fall. “But you’re still here,” he said. Her eyes brimmed with tears. “Yes, but if you break them all…I’ll turn to ash.” The perfect bride's laughter rang through the circle, echoing off every shard around them. “Do you see now, fox? Break one wall, and she burns. Break them all…and she becomes nothing.”

He was scared a little but he somehow felt Anastasia was going to be able to pull through. The sharp germs immediately pierced through the glass wall cracking it. The remaining concubines gasped and even Elsa began trembling once again. Princess and Bianca still stood their ground with the barricades up as they watched the glass wall cracking from the effects of the pieces of gems. After a while, the cracking stopped and there was absolute silence. They all waited for a while to see if anything else was going to happen but nothing else did. When Princess and Bianca realize this, the gems are not going to be able to break through the glass walls. They let go of the barricade they had formed a

Below them, the city was a carpet of lights, oblivious to the tragedy 900 feet in the air. "The lullabies were a lie, Elena," Madeline said, her back to her daughter. "The only truth is the Crown. The Broken Crown isn't just an organization. It’s a philosophy. We destroy the old world to make room for the new one. And Leo… Leo is the foundation of the new world."

I tried to push her away, but every attempt was in vain because of my head injury and the wolfsbane in my system. She smirked at my fragile attempts and pushed me towards the window. The glass cracked under the sudden impact of my weight. Broken shards of glass pierced my body, and I screamed in pain. I held the frame of the window to balance myself despite the broken pieces of glass cutting my palm. "Arghh... You're so stubborn," she hissed and kicked me, making me lose my grip, and fall backward. The next thing, I knew, my body was in the air. I closed my eyes, waiting for my body to hit the ground and feel the pain of breaking bones but surprisingly it never happened. Instead, I felt some

"Outside his dorm. For hours. And when he finally came out, he looked at me like I was nothing." "Oh No, Jules." "He called it a mistake, Maya. Called us a mistake. Like loving him was the stupidest thing I ever did." And maybe it was. Maybe falling for Adrian Cross—the broken transfer student with trust issues and a self-destructive streak—was always going to end like this. "I called him a coward," I admit. "Good," Maya says fiercely. "He is one." Maybe. But knowing that doesn't make the pain any less real or the truth any less devastating: I sacrificed everything for someone who wasn’t willing to sacrifice anything for me.

“I was actually a virgin before I met my boyfriend, someone will have to teach me how to please men.” The corner of his lips tugged. “I break everything I touch bunny. What makes you think you're going to be any different?” “Cause I'm already broken, Mr Moretti.”

Luna turned four in the midst of increasing chaos. Reality cracks now occurred daily across all alliance territories. Kade's early warning system helped minimize casualties, but they couldn't prevent the psychological toll of watching the world literally tear apart. "Happy birthday, baby," Aria said, helping Luna into a new dress. Blue, not grey. Never grey. "Is the world going to break on my birthday?" Luna asked matter-of-factly. She'd become accustomed to the cracks, treated them like weather patterns.

Just get what you need. I sensed Anna was keeping something from me. Proof. Something that may bring down her beautiful kingdom. The door to her room was locked. I took the bobby pin out of my hair and pushed the lock, my hands shaking. A gentle click. Success. I got in. The chamber smelled like roses and exquisite perfume, yet there was something bad within. Too good. Too set up. Drawers. Closet. Table. I searched with shaking hands and a heart that beat louder than my breath.

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.