Novel & Cerita Broken Princess

Slowly, the book case creaked open with a fresh layer of dust flying around. “GO!” Cynthia pushed me forward. As I crossed the barrier, I heard glass shattering. I barely had enough time to look before someting sharp poked in the middle of my back. “Don’t get any ideas or I will shove this down your throat.” Cynthia threated. She must have punched the mirror to break it. “That won’t go unnoticed.” I said as I walked forward. “And kidnapping the fucking princess won’t?” “Touche.” I will give her that.

Lord Toiba and the Old Physician tried to peek inside the room. The room was a mess, with fresh flowers and water all around the floor as their vases had been broken. An ivory bust of Fiachra broken in big chunks, one would barely be able to restore it. The physician and the maids cowering in one corner of the room watching the princess throw anything she could get her hands to. From expensive potteries to pillows. The Old Physician clicked his tongue as he watches Morrigan, his head shaking, studying the princess who is on a rampage. Null of any of the grace she was expected to portray.

I averted my gaze and let the guilt flow into my expression. "It's fine. You don't have look so sorry." She smiled at me reassuringly and rolled the wheels as she left the room. "I shouldn't have acted like that..." I slapped my forehead and sighed. Just when I thought she was gone and I was ready to relax, she rolled the wheels back into the room. I immediately sat straight up and became self-conscious. "And a tip for you, Peace Blossoms Orphanage is definitely not a usual run-of-the-mill orphanage. It has a huge variety of stuffs that you might find interesting as well as..... shocking." She smirked at me before leaving the room.

He made no secret of it, and Tala was always on the receiving side of his fists. But tonight, Tala just had enough. She could not take it anymore and she lost count how many times her father has broken some of her bones, beating her just because he can. She was very glad for the wolf inside her that always helped her heal faster. But when her father told her tonight that he promised her to Hemming, she just could not bear it.

the Queen replied, her voice fading into a low, echoing hum. Suddenly, the pressure snapped. The invisible force holding Sofia’s hand vanished, and her fist slammed into the center of the vanity. The glass didn't just break; it exploded. A thousand silver and sapphire shards flew outward, littering the floor like fallen stars. Sofia stood gasping, her hand bleeding a thick, glowing blue liquid that sizzled as it hit the rug. She looked down at the largest shard at her feet. It didn't show her face. It didn't show the Queen. It showed a jagged, fractured image of the Citadel, burning under a violet sky.

- R* I should wait for him to come back. I should at least say goodbye. But the awkwardness of the morning after is creeping in, and I do not want to ruin the perfect memory of last night with uncomfortable small talk. I get dressed quickly, smoothing down my wrinkled black dress. My heels are by the door where I kicked them off. I found my clutch on the bar. In the kitchen, there is indeed fresh coffee, along with pastries from some expensive bakery. I grab a croissant and pour coffee into a to-go cup, feeling only slightly guilty about the theft.

Not as an enemy. As a mirror. “Let go,” she said. But he didn’t take her hand. He stood—shaking, proud, and broken—and stepped back. Then the mirrored throne shattered behind him, and the realm began to fall.

The pack moving forward as though I had never mattered. They didn’t deserve happiness. The thought came sharp and unfiltered, and I didn’t fight it. Not today. They had taken too much from me. They had crowned themselves righteous. If their happiness was built on my ruin, then it was fragile. Still, I moved. I lifted my chin and continued down the hallway, nodding politely at those who passed me, responding when spoken to, playing the role expected of me. The broken princess. The quiet girl who had returned defeated.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

Hi guys. I hope you are enjoying this book. Just to let you know that this book is actual a sequel. There are three-in-one series about three sisters - Diane, Malvika and Natasha. The first book, 'Unrequited Love' is about Diane and it's been published on Goodnovel. You can check my profile page. 'Broken Hearts' is the second book about Natasha. The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts.