Broken Trail Book Novels & Stories

The divorce from Sean went off without a hitch. Rowena got the boot and did not get a dime. After Bennett gave her a piece of his mind and everyone else gave her the cold shoulder, she had no choice but to crawl back to Sean. However, Sean was practically broke, barely getting by himself. Supporting her? Not a chance. Rowena's kick had left Sean with a bum leg that twisted as it healed. Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled.

The shelves had been scattered around and books were flying all around the small space. My left leg was stuck under one of the shelves and i had to manage and pull it off in an awkward position with just two of my hands until my leg was free and i could feel the enormous pain but that did not stop me from finding the book. I had been searching while struggling with a broken foot for a book that held the rest of my future, and when i finally found it, i was completely shattered. I did not want to cry, i could not, all along i told myself i was iron woman, made of steel and nothing would break me. Nothing could.

I stood there shocked with my jaw hanging open, staring at the dead bodies that were impaled by Reid's ice. I knew he was strong, but it was that moment that I knew he was going to be the most powerful alpha there ever was. I knew he was destined for great things and I can't wait to see it. The end. **** Yes, the book is over, but the story is not. Aiden and Thaddeus, along with their children, their story continues in “A Broken Alpha” series. Noah and Michael, their story is just beginning. Their story continues throughout the series.

Cracked in the shape of an uneven circle. “Tessa.” I held a hand out. “Give me a little space.” She moved behind me without question. I lifted the dagger and pushed the tip into the crack. The moment I did, the stone vibrated. Not crumbling, not breaking—vibrating, like it recognized the fragment’s presence. The floor beneath us trembled. Tessa grabbed my arm again. “Zane—” “Back,” I ordered, pulling her with me. The wall split open with a low groan. Water rushed inward like it had been waiting years to get inside. A hidden tunnel revealed itself behind the broken stones.

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?"

Taking advantage of Travis's momentary lapse due to exhaustion from their previous activities, Luna strikes back. Luna finally manages to wound Travis's body, even though her strike misses its intended mark on Travis's chest and ends up hitting his shoulder. Despite this, the wound is deep enough to make Travis grimace in pain, blood quickly staining his chest. What proves lucky for Luna is that Travis had forgotten to lock the door to the room Luna occupied.

It exhausted me, so I sat down on a bench close to the park. I sobbed so much and prayed for death to come and visit me. Why is my world falling apart? What did I do to deserve this? Noah broke my trust. After everything we’ve been through, I thought we were going to have a happy life together. I guess it was all just a dream. A fairytale, I presume. Who knew he had other plans? He betrayed me and cheated on me with someone else. I sobbed for God knows how long, and then I felt someone handing me a designer’s pink handkerchief. I looked up and saw a handsome dude beside me.

A bright smile curled around her lips as before she waved me goodbye, Christen Walker was once my mate. After I had the accident, she decided to break the mate bond because I could no longer fulfil her needs. After losing my mother, that was the second most hurtful thing I’ve ever been through. The pain, the hurt once those words are said and the ritual is performed. It feels like someone rips your heart out and squeezes all the blood from it, rips it into two and then puts it back and leaves you there to mend it on your own.

The first days were always hard. But what about the thought of cutting again? Wasn't I healed? Wasn't I better? Taking a deep breath, I entered the hostel, ignoring the girls walking here and there, and walked down to the path of my room. I was about to get the keys out from my purse when I saw the room was already unlocked and when I entered, all my things were ruffled across the room, my clothes were laying on the floor, my books were on the verge of falling off from the study table and all I could do was gape at the girl standing in front of me with a torn book in her hands.

Randall asked, holding his chin, waiting for him but his eyes traveled to the white haired woman who was putting her book back and combing her hairs. He wanted to apologize but was thinking how to. “Dunno. He will come eventually.” Tristan shrugged, yawning to sleep. “Yeah-” Randall was about to speak but the windows in their room shattered as some people entered through it, ambushing them from everywhere. Surrounding them in the room. And right above, on the rooftop, Kriss finally regained his posture after clearing his eyes from tears but the pain of his action remained. He was sitting, hands in his hair, pushing them back, trying to think of a way to fix the treasured bond he shared but h