Broken Queen Novels & Stories

Her tone trembled. Selena, driven by her wicked nature, showed no mercy. With a swift movement of her hand, she pushed Faith forcefully, causing her to stumble backward. As her body lost balance, Faith collided with the shards of the broken vase, the sharp fragments tearing through her delicate skin. Pain shot through Faith's body as she fell to the ground, the broken vase now a cruel bed beneath her. The surrounding workers gasped in horror, their eyes widening with shock at the queen's callous actions. Even they didn't expect this harsh treatment even though they didn't like Faith. Some were torn between rushing to Faith's aid and fearing the queen's wrath, while others struggled to contai

Walking up to me, he looked down and said, “Don’t lie, princess. But don’t fall for me either...” My heart jolted in my chest and I asked in a whisper, “Why?” “Because I’ll break your heart. I’m good at breaking things.” He replied like he was confessing a sin. I stood up too and met his steady, serious gaze with my own. “I am already broken, Cole. Don’t you think it would be hard to break me again.” He shook his head. “Violet...” I stepped closer, cupped his cheek and stood up on my tiptoes to kiss him. I said, “Princess... You call me that. You should start calling me a broken princess. Your Broken Princess.”

my handmaid said as she left with the other maid. I stood up from the chair to get a full view of my dress I couldn't help but admire how beautiful I look today, I closed my eyes inhaling the sweet smell of happiness. Suddenly, I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me into a warm embrace. I could feel King Derek's presence before I even turned around. A smile instantly spread across my face as I leaned back into his comforting embrace.

Astoria had been chosen to lead the Moon Goddess anthem alongside Marcus. The Kelsa Pack—the strongest power in the North—had sent high elders to watch. Marcus's mother wanted him to use the spotlight to prove he was ready for leadership. But right before they went on stage, Astoria "accidentally" showed up with massive wolfsbane burns on her arms. "It's my fault... I'm just clumsy..." she sobbed, looking like a broken doll. The moment was ruined. The glory was gone. Marcus lost it. He demanded to know who did it.

Before long, the sounds coming from the footage made it impossible to misunderstand what had happened. "Oh my god… No wonder Rose wanted to break up. Mr. Smith cheated!" "I knew there was something off about Sheila. She really is the other woman!" "That's disgusting. Doing something like that in the lab? How am I supposed to work here now? I feel sick…"

He froze, then turned and stormed out without another word. I let out a bitter laugh as I watched his retreating back. I knew that his live stream comments had to be blowing up right now. The whole performance was staged just so they could watch me humiliate myself, begging on the ground just to hold onto the startup fund even if it meant losing my dignity. But now, I have ruined their show. I opened the live stream. Sure enough, Steven was complaining. "This woman must have gone mad today. She actually handed the money over just like that! But this also proves she really loves me, or she wouldn't have given the money so easily. Don't worry, guys. I've still got ways to test her," he said.

King The roar of the engine beneath me feels like the only thin' keepin' my thoughts from tearin' me apart. I ride back to the club, needin' space, needin' to breathe without the weight of Queenie or Caleb hoverin' over me. Bein' in that cabin felt suffocatin', not because of them, but because of what I’d done to both of them, pushin' Caleb out, forcin' Queenie into a position no one should ever have to face.

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

Never had a real meaning. - Shut up, woman. You don't know what you're saying. The queen stands up, making everyone stand up and says: - I said what I had to say. Now you do whatever you want. She turns around and goes back to the pack house. She enters the room and sits down, picking up her embroidery. But she didn't embroider. She simply looked at the cloth and cried. Her heart was broken. Losing Julius had been tough on her. Losing her mate was like a fatal stab in the chest.

Sofia Adams - March, 2012 Anne entered my apartment horrified at my condition. I was drunk. Again. Céline Dion was playing the song from Titanic in the background and I had a bottle in my hand and was screaming at the top of my lungs while dancing with my bottle feeling like Rose herself owned the fucking world. “NEAR, FAR, WHEREVER YOU ARE I BELIEVE THAT THE HEART DOES GO ON” “What?” Anne was torn between being scared and confused, and then her eyes fell on my clothes. I was wearing a black dress shirt that was too big to be my own, a samba panty and a suspender.