Broken Sky Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

He was asking me to betray my pack again. My body trembled uncontrollably. Damian's expression softened when he saw me trembling. The edge in his eyes disappeared, leaving only warmth. He rose, crossed the desk, and lifted my chin gently. "Eva, the pack can't endure chaos. Help me this once." His voice was soft, almost tender. "Let's get through this together." Damian held my eyes, those deep, dark eyes, and once again, I saw the affection within. "The Blood Moon is approaching. The marking must be perfect. I will allow nothing to interfere. Do you understand, Eva?"

It was unusually beautiful that she thought what was meant to call her up from sleep early might be the cause of her waking up late in the morning, because, definitely, she could stay up all night watching it. Five minutes later, she saw a large, spinning whorl gradually emerging from beneath. Then she watched the planets spiralling into it. The whorl grew larger and larger as it swallowed the planets. She suddenly began feeling drowsy while she watched the drama, yawning and trying to keep her eyes wide. When the star spiralled into the whorl at last, Frances's eyes began to deem unrestrained. The whorl gradually began a disappearance, and her eyes got ever heavier. She finally fell into de

, he warned him in hidden words as he felt that he was the reason behind her condition. Elliot stood silently as he watched the doctor leave. He couldn't help but feel a pang of pain in his chest whenever he recalled the grief-stricken look of Sky's face. "What should I do now?", he thought to himself as he sat down on the chair. Soon Max also appeared with Sebastian in front of him. "How's Sky? What happened to her??", Sebastian panicked the second he heard about Sky so he rushed directly towards the hospital. "She had a nervous breakdown", Elliot said slowly as he looked down.

“The skyline… that’s how I see the world—broken, jagged, unpredictable. Some places are bright, hopeful even, but most of it feels heavy, like it’s ready to crumble. And the hands… they’re everyone reaching for something they can’t quite hold. Not just me. Everyone. Parents, friends, lovers, strangers… we’re all stretching, grasping, trying not to fall apart.” I paused, letting my gaze travel over the fragile bridges I’d painted beneath the skyline, the faint outlines barely visible but holding everything together. “These bridges… they’re fragile. Sometimes we build them to connect, to reach someone, or something better. And we think that’s enough. But it isn’t. Not always. Sometimes… they f

With a quiet growl, he walked to the washroom, splashing himself with cold water before putting on something more relaxing. --- On the opposite side of the city, Vivian rested against the railing of her seat, the phone still clutched in hand, the wind playfully tugging at her dark hair. The city illumination danced beneath, yet her thoughts were far away. She quickly pivoted and placed a call. The phone rang twice before her assistant answered. "Vivian?" "Is everything okay?" The woman’s tone was filled with astonishment. “I need you to reserve a flight for me,” Vivian remarked, looking at the vast skyline. “I will be leaving tomorrow.”

But I didn't do anything as I sat there with him still holding onto me. I felt current passing down my whole body from his touch. His hands large yet perfectly fit mine-- radiating heat. I couldn't let these feelings take place. I was about to take my hand away when I heard Joey shout from above us, "Is your seat broken? I can see from here... something's wrong." I raised my eyebrows at him, "What do you mean?" I shouted. "Just be careful and don't fall down." "What?" I hyperventilated, "Damien it is broken, we can fall. Damien, we'll call."

Feeling the weight of solitude pressing upon her, she decided to break free from her melancholy state and take a shower. As the water cascaded down her body, Sky couldn't help but feel a profound sense of loneliness and emptiness enveloping her. Despite the solace she found in Soma's recent heartfelt confession, a shadow lingered within her—a reminder of the painful memories of past sexual abuse inflicted upon her by Arthur. The memories of the abuse seeped into her consciousness like unwelcome tendrils, threatening to overpower her fragile sense of peace. Each recollection carried the weight of pain and betrayal, making it difficult for Sky to escape the haunting grip of her painful memory

**Kelly Thompson's POV** The new structure doesn't blot out the sky-it *unmakes* it. Where the previous Architects' spire dissected the horizon with clinical precision, this one *fractures* it. The sky splinters into prismatic shards, each reflecting a different timeline: a world drowned in floods, another scorched by nuclear fire, a third strangled by vines. The air itself feels unstable, vibrating with a dissonant hum that makes my bones ache. The Bastion's heart still thrums in my chest, its golden pulse now syncopated, erratic, as if panicked.

“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.”