Broken Tower Novels & Stories

Malcolm pushed the door open and together they came face to face with what Natasha would later describe as a “shocking disaster.” The arm chairs were overturned, toys were littered across the floor (some were even broken), the pieces of white cotton that were supposed to be stuffed inside a teddy were strewn across the floor. Natasha’s eyes darted to the far corner of the room and she saw a boy and a girl still buy tearing apart more teddies and scattering the pieces of the white cotton around. Malcom cleared his throat, attracting the attention of the two children. The duo snapped their eyes towards their father and immediately pushed the teddy far away from them.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

They were too absorbed in looking at the monument and remembering that night to notice my paralyzed state. I was also remembering that night. But another moment, before I fell into the fountain. *** [Flashback on] “Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho, It's home from work we go” I could see Tom stumbling along singing the song of the seven dwarfs from Snow White, laughing like a hyena. I was laughing too, we all were, with all the alcohol in our systems even the air was funny.

I study her quietly. She looks better than she did four days ago—cleaner, steadier—but the signs of struggle are still there. The exhaustion. The tremors. The shadows under her eyes. The faint marks on her arms she tries to hide. She inhales, like she’s about to speak— The door bursts open. Kieara jumps violently, scrambling behind the chair like a frightened animal. My wolf snarls, furious at her fear. I stand, ready to tear into whoever dared to barge in—

I met his gaze, a hint of pride creeping into my tone as I responded, "This tower is a testament to both magic and craftsmanship. Not only is it constructed entirely from mana stone, but its strength surpasses that of any conventional defence mechanism. Rest assured, Mason, this tower is more than capable of repelling even the most determined of adversaries." "I declare that this tower could destroy any B-rank individual," I stated. Zikk positioned several meters away, furrowed his brow at my assertion. The tower exuded a formidable aura that set his senses on edge. Zikk found it hard to accept that its power was limited to merely eliminating B-rank individuals. His intuition strongly sugges

The charred shells of damaged mechs slid across the rooftop, tipping over the edge into the endless expanse of sky and water below. "Uh-oh," Kitt gasped, "not good, not good!" The Exodus' armoured bulk, unrestrained by anything but gravity, began to slide through the tower despite Kitt's best efforts. The Zephyrus around him launched into the air, fleeing from the shifting tower as the red kettle of death struggled to regain balance. In the distance, the seabed churned as a massive cable was ripped out of the ground and drawn into the open air, straining against the leaning tower. Another undersea cable was about to snap!

She asked, wondering if he'd keep his office work pending because of her. “Not today,” he said simply. Before Vanessa could respond, Emma let out a small squeal. “Oh no!” Vanessa and Riccardo both looked over to see the tower leaning dangerously to one side. Ethan quickly tried to steady it, but the blocks tumbled down in a loud clatter. “Oh, man,” Ethan said, slumping in defeat. “It’s okay!” Emma said, patting his shoulder. “We can build it again.” Ethan perked up at her words. “Yeah, and this time, we’ll make it even taller!” He agreed.

She looked so small from up here, a fragile figure illuminated by the ghostly white light. "I'm through!" I whispered. "Give me a second to—" I didn't even have the chance to finish the sentence. As I shifted my weight to pull my trailing leg over the ledge, the stack of crates beneath me gave a final, catastrophic shiver. The center of gravity shifted. A plastic corner snapped under the accumulated stress of our hurried stacking. The sound was deafening. The tower disintegrated. Crates scattered like dice across the concrete floor, the "thud" and "clatter" echoing and amplifying against the high ceilings.

He knew that he was against everybody. After leaving the room, Everest came to see Taggart. He just called Damian. Once Taggart saw him, Everest only nodded as his task was done. Taggart and Damian would see each other in the Red Tower. The Red Tower is the second tallest tower in midtown Los Angeles. It belongs to the Silver Moon Pack, and Kellent has operated it since Bruce became an Alpha. The building has 72 floors and many famous business centers. Even Kellent has his office in the tower.

“Something about a vacation in three weeks. She is going to need someone to watch the store. And if I do well, she will keep me on long term.” “I’m happy for you Danica.” “Thank you.” I said trying not smile. I was so elated; my cheeks were starting to hurt from all the smiling. Dmitry pulled into the parking lot of a glass building that was five stories high. It had to be the tallest building town. “I thought we were going to brunch.” He chuckled. “No, I asked if you were hungry and suggested brunch.” “Where are we? I was still confused. “My office is on the fifth floor. I have a quick meeting. In the meantime, I’m having my secretary order some brunch to be delivered.”