Broken Strings Book Novels & Stories

Tho its a little bit short It's a prologue though,so.... Please comment and vote.

He struggled to pay medical bills and compensate the families whose lives Fleur had destroyed with her rumors. Our divorce certificate was issued on a drizzling afternoon. I wore a long purple dress, looking elegant and radiant. After taking the papers, I didn't look back at him even once. Watching me walk away, Shane finally sank to the ground. Like a child who had lost his way home, he sobbed in the rain until he could hardly breathe. After her miscarriage, Fleur vanished without a trace. She had no choice but to disappear. In this city alone, at least four families torn apart by her rumors were searching everywhere for her whereabouts.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

When he heard the news, the crystal glass slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor. A violent rush of joy, tangled with regret, struck him all at once. To him, Noah was his only redemption and the last bridge that could reconnect us. Immediately, in the name of the Alpha, he sent an endless procession of gifts. A magnificent gold-trimmed cradle, the softest animal furs, and a dazzling array of jewels and ornaments. The convoy stopped outside my door in grand formation. I didn't go out, and I couldn't even be bothered to look.

"The doctor said she just needs to rest." "Good to hear." He watched me packing and frowned. "You're not really leaving over a necklace, are you?" A necklace? I stopped and looked at him. "In your eyes, that was just a necklace?" "That's not what I meant…" He looked flustered. "I know it was important, but it's broken. We can find the best craftsman to fix it. There must be some magic that can repair it perfectly…" "Repair it?" I laughed, a cold, empty sound. "Austen, some things, once they're broken, stay broken."

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it.

Healing was not linear. But tonight, something fundamental had shifted. Her walls had not shattered. They had opened. And as she turned off the lights and prepared for sleep, a quiet certainty settled inside her: This was not a reckless leap. It was a careful unfolding. And for the first time since everything had broken, she was no longer bracing for impact. She was leaning into possibility.

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

"Even after forever." Authors Note Thank you all for reading broken hearts. Phiya-

This was precisely where the rift had been, he was sure of it. But there was only grassy earth where the hollow crack in the land had once been. He sat heavily upon it, balling his hands into fists. “The rifts are all gone,” said a strange voice, one Atticus couldn’t quite place. He looked up, scrubbing his sallow face and blinking blearily. Looking at the stranger was like looking straight into the sun. “They’re gone,” he said again, and Atticus decided the stranger was, indeed, a he. “Red Ripper is gone; so too are the nasty side-effects of their dangerous magic. The rifts were cracks in the very fabric of the world. No Red Ripper, no rifts.” He shrugged.