Broken Things Kasumi Novels & Stories

“And still lying for survival.” I lowered my hand slowly. “You should leave me alone, Rome.” “No.” The answer came too fast. A strange ache twisted in my chest. He leaned back against the leather seat, one arm stretched lazily while his sharp gaze remained locked onto me. “You know what pissed me off the most?” he said quietly. “I don’t care.” “You disappeared without giving me the chance to look for you.” I scoffed bitterly. “We were a sinking ship, Rome.” “Yes.” A faint smirk touched his mouth. “We were… but not anymore—until you decided to sunk that ship yourself.”

And when the door finally burst open—when Reolica and two guards spilled into the room, weapons drawn—they found Jasmine standing barefoot, naked, smeared in blood that wasn’t hers. Not once had she begged. Not once had she broken. Reolica stared, eyes wide. “Who did this?” she whispered. Jasmine looked at her, unblinking. “They did.” She stepped forward, blood dripping between her legs, the scent of sex and violence thick on her skin. And she smiled. Because they had tried to break her. And she’d reminded them all… She was the one who broke first. And last.

All five of Kaison's fingers on his right hand were broken. The massive impact shattered his wrist bones as well. The pain was so excruciating that he immediately let out a miserable scream. "Ahh!" Kaison held his broken hand, glared at Liam miserably, and bellowed, "Ah! My hand! How dare you break my hand!" Liam was still as calm as ever. He had one hand in his pocket as he stood in place, looking at Kaison indifferently. He even mocked him, saying, "Oh, I thought you'd be great. It seems like you're not that impressive either."

Instead, Cassius is standing right in front of him with his hand around the hilt of a knife that has gone through Allistar's heart. I'm so shocked that it takes me a second to register the pain ripping through my chest at the loss of my mate. My body reacts before my brain does. I'm suddenly standing behind Cassius with my hand wrapped around his throat. The second my claws break through the skin of his throat, I feel someone's hand punch through my ribs from behind. At the same time they rip my heart out, I rip out Cassius's throat. If I'm going to die then I will be taking him with me. My last thought before everything goes to black is that we won. We saved everyone.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

"Patience." His voice lowered. "The show hasn't started yet." Laughter filled the room. Cassy fed Kazuki another grape, both of them relaxed, confident— Certain of victory. Then— The door burst open. Kazuki's expression darkened instantly. "Don't you know how to knock?!" he snapped. Kenji rushed in— And immediately dropped to his knees. He was drenched in sweat. His face pale. "Boss—" he stammered. "This is bad… we've been played."

Didn’t speak. Didn’t even fully breathe. --- Because It Felt Wrong Not peaceful. Not safe. --- Empty --- Cassian Breaks It First “…Is it over?” --- Aria Doesn’t Answer Immediately Because she didn’t know. --- That Was the Truth Now No system to check. No data to confirm. No structure to rely on. --- Only instinct --- She Finally Speaks “I think so.” --- But Even She Doesn’t Sound Convinced --- Cassian Watches Her Closely

The fragment’s light had released her arm completely, pulling back into the dying shard. “It’s over, Cassandra,” Alina said. “It’s not.” Cassandra’s hand closed tighter around the fragment. The edges cut into her palm, drawing blood. “I can still use this. I can still rebuild. It’s not over until I say it is.” She raised the fragment above her head and slammed it down on the ground. The obsidian shattered. A dozen pieces, two dozen, scattering across the dirt. And from each broken piece, a pulse of grey light shot out in different directions, wild and uncontrolled.

They bent their knees. She didn't sit on the throne. She broke it—with a single crack of her sword. And amidst the ruins of black salt and tears stone… The Citadel awoke anew. But peace never comes easily to cursed lands. Krishna's sword still radiated moonlight, dimly glowing in the broken room as the final pieces of the throne shattered beneath her. The rebels behind her wailed—some fell to their knees, others threw themselves to the floor, overcome by the strange silence after all that screaming.

All: We got it. No matter how many times i saw his gallant figure, i can’t stop myself to imagining some stuff. When i look at Kasumi, i cant see her holding her nose. It looked like we are at same page as Arthur huh. What a dissapointment. It looked like i need to ask that naive girl for some clothes to change first, because it already wet down there. Both: WHAT!!!!!!