Novel & Cerita Broken Princess

The road was spinning; Denise staggered along throwing her hands in the air like a lunatic. Her heart was shattered. Her little dream was a mere fantasy. The reality of Clark’s true colours made a sharp pain cut through her stomach. Denise was on the road and there were moving vehicles but she did not care. If only the world would swallow her sorrow and make her disappear without a trace, Denise would pay any price.

Instead, she reached up and slapped me, her small hand connecting with my cheek with a surprising amount of force. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice trembling with righteous anger. "You think your arrogance gives you the right to disregard the needs of others? Move your car, now!!" My pack members, who had been waiting nearby, looked on in shock as the human woman stood up to me, the infamous Broken Alpha. I clenched my fists, torn between the urge to lash out and the grudging respect I felt for her courage. "Fine!," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

Pacing back and forth while Naomi sniffles on my seldom used couch, soaking wet from walking through the storm to my apartment under the direction of her infuriatingly insolent elder sister. “Zayn. I’m sorry. Don’t hate me. I know I promised. I swear this is the last time I’ll ever break a promise. One day, I’ll make it up to you. I suppose I’ll owe you something. You can choose what that is the next time we see each other -Your Least Favorite Princess, Fallon.” “How did she get the bracelets off?” Naomi shakes her head. “Naomi!” “I don’t know. She didn’t know, either. It just happened.”

She walks with elegance and prudence but could speak a curse that would leave you both lost and confused, shattered and broken but most of all deeply in love. That's how I ended up here in this situation I am in now, losing everything and everyone closest to me. Leaving me alone, depending on her for love, on her to put a stop to my lust, and on her to fill me up when I’m empty to stick me back together when I'm broken. I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention.

The sound of glass breaking is loud as his warriors leap through the windows all the way around the cabin. Thaddeus can hear things breaking and being thrown as he searches for Aiden scent. The sound of growling and snarls is loud, but Thaddeus tunes them out as he looks for his mate. Picking up on Aiden scent, Thaddeus follows it to a door that leads to the basement. Zeus's body goes through the door and almost tumbles down the stairs.

Then at Cassian. For the first time in thousands of years... I knew exactly what I wanted. I stepped toward the throne. The First King smiled. Finally. But instead of sitting on it... I raised my sword. His smile disappeared. What are you doing? I looked at my family. Choosing. I struck the throne. CRACK! A shockwave exploded through the palace. The First King screamed. No! The throne began breaking. The fifth star shattered. Every supernatural power in the universe began disappearing.

And now might never get to. Maris curled closer. “Tell me a story.” Anaïs blinked. “What?” “Just until we move again.” So Anaïs told her one. Quietly. About a girl who had a kingdom made of glass. And everyone wanted to shatter it. So she let them try—one by one—until they all bled on the shards. Maris didn’t move again after that. Just stared into the dark, her tiny hand clenched in Anaïs’s sleeve.

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

die battling than exist as a pawn," she shot back, her determination reappearing with a vengeance. "I have existed as a pawn my entire life. A pawn to Crayons Arthur, a pawn to the Alpha Council, and a pawn to the men who believed they could rule me. No more. I am reclaiming my life." "Sacrificing it?" he replied, a hint of pain in his voice. "You're not taking back your life. You're throwing it away. And for what? For a cause that's already been lost? For a man who would give up his own daughter?" "Theo and Dickson have been working on this for years. Paul Wason has been helping, and Alex Henry has as well," she said, her voice a low, furious whisper. "We've gathered an army of outcasts. A

Chloe clung to his chest, smirking at me with ridicule. She must have been thrilled to see Julian humiliate me like this. I said, "No. I’d rather die than kneel." Julian let out a cold laugh. "Fine." With a swift motion, he snatched one of the bracelets from my hand and smashed it onto the ground. A sharp crack echoed through the room. The crystal shattered into countless pieces. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. My grandma’s keepsake was broken. My knees hit the floor with a dull thud as I trembled, reaching for the scattered fragments.