Broken Sky Series Novels & Stories

she never had time for me so she was never there to cook me breakfast or dinner, I always had to buy takeouts for dinner. I stuffed the egg toast into my mouth and casually sat on the couch ans switched on the T.V. "Not the boring news again.." I thought and was about to switch to the next channel but something caught my attention. I began listening carefully to what the reporter had to say: "Two victims of assumed murder in the city of Blueburn reported last night at 9:45 pm. Victims were found in a forest close to an orphanage soaked in blood. The forensic reports said that the victims had their hearts and livers missing and stitched skin with signs of brutal torture. There are no witnesse

On the day my daughter is discharged from the hospital after recovering from the flu, I run into my ex-husband, Zachary Levine, whom I have been divorced from for seven years. He is there to pick up his wife, who has just given birth. He looks a little surprised as his gaze moves up and down to take in my clothes, which is still stained from my child's vomit. I had no time to change out of it earlier. "Long time no see. How have you been lately?" he asks. I smile and say I am doing fine. As we are about to part, he grabs my arm. "Alyssa, our son misses you a lot. If you are having any difficulties, don't push yourself. The passcode for the house in the north of the city is still your b

Dakota What do they say about shattered hopes? They leave behind broken dreams, a heaviness in the heart that lingers like a haunting shadow. Then from the fragments, one can rebuild a stronger and more resilient spirit. All of it was a bunch of crap. I felt empty, useless, and without any hope. All that was left was to crawl into a hole. Axton broke me. Did I blame him? Not one bit. The poor man was innocent. He gave my life meaning and made me laugh and live again.

Flaming metallic scrapes rained down the sky and a pungent smell of burning flesh poisoned the air. The river flowing under the destroyed bridge was caught in red feiry blazes. The explosion had completely wiped out Blaine and his men's existence. It was an extremely distressing sight. Angela didn't dare to look over his shoulder and take in the massive destruction he had just unleashed. She knew it would haunt her forever if she did. She kept her gaze down not even meeting his eyes. Silent tears trickling down her cheeks.

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

He was his Fanny, and now Stefan doesn't want him anymore. Stefan had broken him, with each word that fell off the older boy's mouth, Sky could feel his heart bleed, and the willingness to live deserted him. "How is he ever going to live without fanny?" Sky wondered. He was wounded and hurt beyond repair. Sky ran one hand through his hair and had them rested on the chain hanging loosely on his neck. Stefan hadn't collected it, even if he came back for it, Sky would never give it back. He tried to get on his feet but they just gave in on him and he fell.

The sky cracked like glass under pressure it was never meant to hold. Not lightning. Not storm. Something worse—something that sounded like existence itself losing patience. Aria stood on the broken ridge above the collapsing valley; fingers curled so tightly around the edge of her cloak that her knuckles went pale beneath the fabric. Below her, war didn’t move in one direction anymore. It didn’t even move in one time. It fractured.

Fabian sat alone in the dark living room long after midnight, loosened tie hanging around his neck, untouched whiskey resting beside him. His phone buzzed continuously on the table. Maxine. Again. Again. Again. Fabian finally silenced the phone completely. For years, he had convinced himself Maxine was the woman he could never forget. But now? Now every call from her only reminded him of what he had destroyed. ⸻ The next morning, Claire woke up peacefully for the first time in days. No anxiety twisting inside her chest. No fear of disappointment waiting around the corner. Just silence. Soft, gentle silence.

Just moments ago, he thought he had finally stolen everything from me. But now everything had vanished like smoke. He couldn't accept it. He struggled desperately to stand. But the moment he lifted himself out of the wheelchair, he lost his balance and crashed onto the floor. This time, no one helped him.

ANNOUNCEMENT 🚨🚨🚨 GOOD NEWS! ... At least for those who enjoy the series that is. I have decided to write a follow up stories, sequel if you may under the Broken series and this time, Imma focus on the third generation of the Walton's family and I am delighted to start with our little Hoppy baby😍 Updates starts everyday start from 1st October but if I miss one day, please be kind. I have a full time job to commit as well but of course, I will try my best to deliver on time.