Broken Princess Novels & Stories

She was pretty but there was something about her that screamed she wasn't part of this world, but she clearly wasn't afraid of us. "Who are you?" "Names Megan." "OK, Megan, what are you doing in the office, in that chair? How did you get in here because I know my brothers didn't let you in." "I broke in. You need better security." "What the hell do you mean you broke in?" I asked her and looked at my brothers. There is no way she broke in. We had doubled our security since our father was killed. "Like I said, you need better security."

He had no idea she would do that, he had thought they wouldn't have listened to her, that he might have another chance with her. But she had. And she had completely ruined him that way. He would never find another woman like that. One who trusts and love easily. One he can easily manipulate. He can't, maybe he'll find something close. But nothing like his Zeenah. He had lost her. But not finally. He's definitely going to get her back, no matter how hard it might seem at first. There must be a way he can break her to his will. And then she can be his once more.

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

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.

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

I turn and Riley is standing next to me, his jaw clenched, and he speaks through gritted teeth to our mother, “are you saying he is under a spell once inside the fucking pack house?” She nods her head, “yes, it’s powerful we felt it when we arrived and seen the ruin on the bricks in front of the garden,” she puts a hand on each of our cheeks, “my sons, Riley sweetheart, Drake didn’t know.” She looks at me, “Whisper broke the wall by removing the ruin, her hand was touching the glass doors when it crumbled, I believe if she had been in there, she could have broken all of them, she’s smart, strong and very powerful.” She shakes her head at me, “I spoke to her Drake, she believes you forgot

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."

One day I just got tired of acting to please her so I insulted her with brutal remarks about her dead mother and how she'll never be a real princess. Unfortunately, Belle wasn't the kind of child that I thought she was and she refused to let me have the final say, she didn't go down without a fight. She told me how delusional I was to think I would be Alejandro's bride and eventually queen and how I should be put in the asylum immediately for even considering the idea. I had lost all the control that I had at that point and I had put my hands on her almost immediately. She wasn't going down without a fight either, so she chose to fight me back.

And then— Something snapped. The throne cracked, a web of silver fractures splitting through its obsidian form. The power that had once ruled her—once ruled all the Moonborn queens—shuddered. And for the first time in centuries… It broke. ---------------------------------------------- The throne cracked apart beneath Lillian’s touch, silver fractures spreading through the obsidian like veins of molten light. The air trembled, the shadows writhing as if in pain. And then, the screaming began. Not from the throne.