Broken Soul Book Nova Novels & Stories

And when they finally fell into place, I found a love more beautiful than anything I’d ever imagined. I found a man I adore more than anything in the world, and the bond between us burns so bright. So strong, that it’s unbreakable. THE END ******************************************* Thank you for joining me on Cal and Nessa's journey! I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I enjoyed writing it. My next book will be another standalone connected to the six-pack universe- keep an eye out for Cole's story: THE DENVER ALPHA, which will start releasing in early January.

I have to hide this now. I stood up and began the ritual for hiding the book. ‘Oh~ I see that your accessing the book on a regular basis now.’ There was a sudden voice enter my ear before I could even finish hiding the book. “Urgh FUCK!” The floating book hit my right foot and I felt a sharp pain. “Could you not suddenly talk out of nowhere?” I was still grunting and holding my foot. I already know who the voice came from. ‘Eh~ didn’t you miss me?’ Nova sounded dejected while saying that.

"Nova's latest target was Julian Roth - a whistleblower from Eastern Bloc intelligence. He was found unconscious. No marks, no drugs, just... broken." "What does that mean?" Clara asked. "Mentally fractured," Riven said. "He now speaks in verse. Keeps repeating a phrase over and over." Elodie slid a paper forward. "The fire only loves what cannot burn." Mirabel's brows furrowed. "Poetry as programming?" "No," Bella said quietly. "It's devotion. Nova's using psychological triggers - rituals, language, symbols. She's not just creating a following. She's reshaping identity." Xavier looked across the table. "What's the endgame?"

I’ve always been the void where love should’ve lived. So when Bianca left me for another man, it didn’t hurt, not really. I was already used to it. Since then, I swore: I’d go through women like clothes. Feel nothing. Want nothing. Love no one. Not even my daughter, she carries the same blood as her mother, the same venom. But somehow Nova slipped through. She cracked open a part of me I’d buried deep. I bought her gifts, little things, pretending it was just another transaction. A game. A lie I could control. But she made me feel again.

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

Swiftly glancing around, the boys are beaten and exhausted, sprawled around on the floor and heaving laboriously. Nova had been all tight-guard and apprehensive that day he had met his mate. The girl was so delicate and frail, like a doll. It took the last shred of sanity in him not to end that little human’s life while he had burned his rage. Seeing the warmth warped around them now, I admit, it’s a good thing he found his mate as well. “Just how long have you been burning for?” I ask with a smirk and Nova drops the emptied bottle, intentionally shaking the water from his hair out and startling Zara who yelps and jumps back.

“Nova only knows how to take, she clings to people, sucks them dry, and leaves them with nothing, that is all she’s ever going to do. She will bleed you out and then move on to the next person who feels sorry enough to put up with her. And let’s not pretend she’s some angel. She’s pathetic, ugly, fat, and a broken little girl who can’t even handle her own head. Everyone knows about her “episodes,” about how she’s barely hanging on. She’s not strong, she is crazy and will drag you down with her nightmares and her breakdowns until you are just as lost as she is.

Bryce read the newspaper and remembered Spain ten years ago, where his heart was stolen forever. Flashback. Bryce was in Spain to unwind and meditate on his father's agreement. For him to get his inheritance and seat as the CEO of their company, he must get married and give him a grandchild. Without any serious relationship, how can he get married? An explosion startled him. News reported that Nova strikes again, blowing up the cathedral and killing only one person. The police were searching for Nova. The number one assassin in Spain. She was a ghost, a nobody. No one saw her face, and she didn't leave any tracks. Her identity remains a misery to all.

She barely heard him. "There are too many." The visions flickered violently. The forest shook. The villagers began glowing brighter. The old woman looked terrified now. Because she understood. Nova wasn't built to carry this burden forever. Eventually she would break. And if she broke, all those memories would vanish forever. Lira moved instantly. Ignoring the danger. Ignoring the power. Ignoring the chaos. She reached Nova. Then grabbed her hand. The silver bond flared. Warm. Steady. Human. Nova gasped.

I narrow my eyes as well and notice papers carefully hidden inside the hollow section of the wall. Almost like someone expects this exact shot to expose them. Nova walks carefully towards it, swallowing hard. She pulls the paper out, and there are just seven words inside. ‘The broker isn't the one haunting you.’ Silence falls between us. The wind whistles through the broken stone. Nova keeps staring at the note. Then she freezes. Her fingers begin trembling. I look down at her just in time to see every trace of color leave her face. She lifts her eyes to mine, tears gathering again.