Broken Souls Ariana Cane Novels & Stories

His chest rose once. Then did not rise again. “Fenrir,” she whispered, crawling to him, gathering him into her arms. His body was still warm. Too warm. “Please. Wake up.” She pressed her forehead to his. “You promised you would not leave me alone.” Her hands shook as she clutched his cloak, fingers digging into the fabric like she could anchor him back to the world. Marcus stood frozen a few steps away, his face pale, his authority gone. Celina covered her mouth, sobbing silently. Ronan turned away, shoulders shaking. Theo knelt, head bowed.

She stood there for a moment, watching him. She loved him. But she didn’t trust him. Not completely. Not anymore. She wrapped her arms around herself, her chest tight. The silence in the room felt too loud. And the lies? They were beginning to scream. Liam’s Suite – Afternoon The sun had begun to set, Ariana sat curled on the loveseat by the balcony, her knees drawn to her chest, a soft blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was healing, slowly. Her bruises had faded, but the ache inside,emotional and confusing,lingered.

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.

The image on the data pad was a ghost, a relic from a world that no longer existed. A world of badly frosted cakes, paper party hats, and a little brother’s off-key serenade. For ten years, Ariana Thorne had existed in a sterile, logical reality defined by genetic sequences and survival probabilities. She had meticulously walled off her past, brick by painful brick, constructing a fortress of scientific detachment around her heart. Aria’s video file was not a battering ram; it was a single, perfect note of a tuning fork, struck at the precise resonant frequency of Ariana’s buried soul. And the fortress crumbled.

"How much pain do I need to bear before my breakthrough? Is it not too much for one person?" "We know, but we just want you to be fine." I responded by gently squeezing Sara's hand. After breakfast, I sat outside, gazing at the vast expanse of the desert and wiping away a stray tear. Sara said I was strong, but I hardly felt like it. I had lost my husband and son, and when I gave love a chance again, the one I thought loved me betrayed me with a friend. I clenched my fists, staring at my arms. Perhaps I was destined to stay single forever. Maybe this was it. I made a mistake by letting Axton mark me. I made a mistake by trusting Erika.

she said and watched her back. “Mother Selene!” “I failed once again” she screamed and a cold aggressive breeze started to blow and suddenly a figure appeared in front of her, Selene! Arianna was about to explain all that happened when she saw Brian, “Help!” “He would kill me!” Arianna screamed and Selene touched her and they both disappeared. Before they got to Selene’s place, Arianna had passed out. Selene laid Arianna on the bed and cleaned her wounds using an unknown liquid and a container.

She sobbed in Ara's arm. "I won't be able to live without him, Ara," Angela sobbed on her shoulder. She was broken completely. Ara held her tighter. Minutes ticked by. Chris and Alicia also arrived after a couple hours. They were too devastated to care for anything else. Alicia was beside herself with grief. Ara consoled her but she couldn't stop crying. The atmosphere was gloomy and depressed. The surgery finally completed and the doctors came out. The surgeon tod them that he had a narrow escape from death. It was only his will to live that kept him going. He had fought to live.

In the garden, Cami stood among the guests, her eyes fixed on the empty balcony of the study, a cold, heavy feeling of dread settling in the pit of her stomach. But inside, on the leather couch, Ariana lay draped in Mateo’s arms, drenched in his sweat and marked by his touch, knowing that the girl she used to be was dead. And she didn't want her back.

“There he is.” She yanked at the restraints, the silver biting into her flesh. She was bleeding more now, but she didn’t flinch. “You’re a monster,” she whispered, eyes wild. “And monsters like you? You don’t get happy endings. You get cages. You get to watch everything you love burn—” And then she said her name. “Arianna will scream before she dies.” Something inside me shattered. I didn’t think. I didn’t hear Jason anymore. I didn’t feel the air or the room or the weight of my own body.

she said. Rogan’s voice turned cold. “That’s a mistake.” “I don’t care.” She pulled hard. The bond stretched. It cracked. Pain hit her chest, but she didn’t stop. “I won’t hurt you anymore.” The bond snapped. Kael dropped to the ground and didn’t move. Ariana gasped. “I did it” Then she froze. The second bond tightened. Violently. Pain exploded through her chest and she screamed. Rogan grabbed her arm again. “You broke the wrong one,” he said.