Broken Trail Book Novels & Stories

There's also a broken branch and shifted leaves showing a marked trail. Suddenly, I'm slammed with a memory that instantly fills my mind. In my past life, in this very forest, this trail leads to where I fell from a cliff and broke my lumbar spine, thanks to Isla and her second minion named Billie, the bitch who called me out back then in the queue.

**BOOK 3 - THE END** *Tyler and Mandy's journey through trauma, healing, and building a future together concludes with both of them stronger than when they started. They face Thomas's impending trial with courage, supported by their pack and each other. Their story represents hope—that even the most broken can heal with proper support, professional help, and unwavering love. And sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is stand your ground instead of running.*

partner. But that couldn’t be further from the truth. I reach out and wrap a hand in his hair, running my fingers through it. And looking at him now, seeing him so broken, I feel a similar fire kindling inside of me as I did when I was pushed to my limits in Helbane. A version of that same courage springs forward and as I begin to speak, I know that there’ll be no going back.

At that moment, my throat felt as if an invisible hand was choking me. I distracted myself by placing the flower in front of the tombstone, but a gust of wind lifted it, and my hand was scratched. At that moment, I felt an invisible barrier. Her parents were rejecting me. Even Melanie said the same. I felt utterly helpless. The wounds on my back hurt, but the pain in my chest was unbearable. Had I truly lost her? On the way back, that question consumed me. Was it really over after just one betrayal? In a moment of desperation, I deliberately crashed my car into the guardrail, then called an ambulance and had them contact Isaac.

He was a stone wall. "I should go," I muttered, turning slightly to pick up my bag. As I moved, the broken zipper on my main backpack pocket finally gave out. The tracking draft of my fellowship outline began to slide right out of the opening, catching the afternoon breeze. Before the wind could carry the paper away, a large, calloused hand quickly reached out.

Beautifully fair haired, his porcelain skin appeared to glow under the moonlight. "On the contrary, I've been meaning to ask you something beautiful." Tristan's voice was rough and smug. "Haven't you been wondering where your brother is?" The bookshelves collapsed, each book tearing at the binding. Pages scattered to the floor, messy scrawling covering each torn scrap. My mind clouded with thoughts of Tristan. The mind-link snapped, leaving me alone.

“We can’t keep this up.” “I know.” “It’s going to catch us before full light.” “I know.” I stared down at Sarah’s quiet face, at the small hand that had gone slack against my jacket, and felt the familiar cold settle deeper than any night. Continuity had built something that could follow the exact shape of the connection that kept her alive. And the only way to break the trail was to break the bond itself. I rose on shaking legs, tightened the carrier straps, and stepped into the stream. “We keep moving,” I said.

I still had a few scratches from our tumble down the stairs. I had t remind myself several times, I’m no longer hiding. It’s okay for my nettle scars to show. Flashlight in hand, I strolled across Lake Road and into the scattered trees that outlined the lake. The sun hadn’t started setting but it wasn’t far behind. Grace waited for me just outside the crowd next to a few large coolers. She had a drink in one hand and a folded quilt in the other. “Dani!” She shouted as soon as we made eye contact.

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*