Novel & Cerita Broken Veil

But, who was she kidding, she definitely does want to see his expression when he actually sees she was wearing what he had asked. She stood up, draped the black veil she had kept on the bed, picked up her black bag and wore her black shoe, before looking into the mirror once more. Her lips spread conspicuously in a beautiful smile at what she was seeing. A strong woman willing to fight it all for her sanity to return and find happiness once more, that was what she saw when she gazed at the reflection before her.

She had a bruise on her arm and made cute noises with her nose as she slept. I felt like I was in a trance and had not seen her face. She whimpered and shivered a bit, and I was moved. Then I inched closer to her slowly as though moving too fast would make her disappear. I gently brushed the hair from her face and then gasped in shock. Her breathtaking face was covered in bruises. There was a fresh palm mark on her cheek and an angry black and purple mark on her visible eye. Her face was scrunched up a bit in pain.

My enlarged crystals scanned the large black veil that covered the entire witches' quarters and most probably the entire pack. Fuck. "This is fucking bad." Terra began, and I turned to face both her and Gwen. "It's a barrier veil," I said quickly, shocked. "What?!" Gwen moved deeper into the shadows, her eyes now raised. My heart began to hammer hard against my chest. This wasn't good. This was a barrier spell, meant to impede the use of magic. I was about to say something when, out of nowhere, several balls of bright flames broke through the veil, heading for the quarters in a hurry and causing great explosions around them. The intensity of its explosion flung me away, and I collapsed again

Rage surged through me so fast it almost made me dizzy. “You ruined my life,” I whispered. Then I hung up. The silence that followed was deafening. Betrayed by the man I loved. Sold by the man who raised me. I sank back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. Somewhere in the apartment, Josh and Lily were still together. And somewhere out there, a stranger now owns my future. This wasn’t just heartbreak. This was the beginning of something far worse.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

The roar of the engine tore through me like a blade. I stumbled outside, shouting at the car as it backed out of the parking space. "Vincent! If you drive away now, we'll never be husband and wife!" The headlights flared once, but he never looked back. The cold wind whipped my veil and lifted the edge of my gown, carrying away the last trace of hope. He was gone. Just like all the times before, whenever Grace needed him, he always left me behind. I remembered the time he nearly died protecting her during a robbery. After Grace's husband took her home, she never came to see him again.

We endure it together, the pain washing over us in waves, until finally—finally—it begins to fade. We're left gasping on the floor, tears streaming down our faces, but alive. Whole. The vial shatters, and the altar dissolves. The Veil of Faces floats down from its pedestal and settles into my trembling hands. "You have passed all three trials," the priestess's voice says, now gentle. "You have seen truth, spoken truth, and endured truth. The Veil is yours. Use it wisely." Kael helps me to my feet, and we stand there holding the Veil, both of us shaking from the ordeal.

The sound trembled as though even the air resisted its purpose, echoing through both worlds at once. Kairis stumbled to her knees beside the ruined sigil, her hands slick with blood and light. “It’s tearing faster than I can bind it,” she rasped. “The Veil isn’t a wall anymore. It’s a wound.” She thrust her palms into the earth, whispering words too old for the human tongue. Blue light spidered out across the broken floor, racing toward the mirrored rift — but every line that touched the liquid edge flared white-hot, then dissolved.