Novel & Cerita Broken Wings Book

“But I’ve always wondered.” “When a Urekai is well and truly happy, they describe it as gaining wings and soaring the skies. I never understood those words until you came into my life.” He nuzzled into the hollow of her neck. “You gave me wings. Because of you, this old male takes his first flight toward everything he ever wished for. There were many great birds in my past… yet it was one small, special bird who helped me soar.” “Oh, Vladya…” she breathed, her heart aching with tenderness as she nestled back against him, closing her eyes.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

I harbored a deep resentment toward them, yet I still had to find a way to survive. No longer protected by the Brosnan family, I resorted to using my beauty to become a mistress, only to be pursued by a scorned wife and ultimately sold into prostitution. I got addicted to drugs and contracted various types of STDs. I died on a cold winter night, broke and starving. As I slipped away, amidst a world aglow with lights, not a single one shone for me. In my final moments, I asked myself if I had any regrets. No, I did not.

Like I didn’t belong. The sting of it lingered, even now. And I hated that it got to me. So, I pushed the thought aside, focused on folding kitchen towels, and pretended I didn’t notice when Zach looked up and caught me watching him. He didn’t say anything, just smiled a little. And kept fitting in. By the time the last box was emptied, the bookshelf was built, and Spitfire’s throne was once again draped in her favorite blanket, the apartment felt… real. Lived-in. Mine.

BYRON The girl sank to the floor, looking dejected . From the terrified look on her face, I knew she had figured out what a terrible mistake she made by declaring her identity. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered in fear. She looked so vulnerable at the moment that I almost felt pity for her. Almost. But Dragons didn't sympathize with wolves. Bringing her here was a mistake that I've regretted every single day for the past three days. I wouldn't have had to if I wasn't on patrol and the other Heirs hadn't seen her too.

He seemed to have known what I was going to do. "I am confiscating all your books that have anything to do with the Moon Goddess and me!" I pushed him away as he had gotten too close to me. I scampered into his chamber and right there on the table, I saw the big book. Luckily, it was opened to the page of growing wings and soaring high. I was first attracted by the drawings on the page. A lady stood beside a cliff in the first drawing and jumped into the cliff in the second drawing. In the third drawing, she had grown wings while flying back up.

Yet again, none responded to him. "Nevea, love, hang in there. I'll take you out." He scooped her body, carrying her in a bridal style. The moment he spun around, a big frame on the first floor made his breath stuck in his throat. "Wings." Inside the frame were beautiful white wings. It blended perfectly with the rest of the wall decoration that he completely missed the first time he saw it. As if everything wasn't enough, fire ate the wings away. At the same time, Nevea's cry of agony then infiltrated Zach's senses. Words formed under the frame, making his jaw harden.

The tiny pieces that is broken can never be put together to form a perfect shape again no matter how much we wished for it to be_ the cracks will always serve as a reminder. Having someone you love break your trust so easily is more painful than you will ever know. Especially if it's coming from someone you never thought could do you wrong and has your best interest at heart. Frank has had to endure the worst form of betrayal in his past relationship to excuse whatever Aria had done to him in this past few days and yet deep within his heart_he still want her with the same taste and hunger that alcohol could never quench. She is the only woman he knew with all his heart that could fill that v

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

The scars held the painful memory of her lost wings. “When a dragon loses their wings, their will and strength crumbles, “ Alec sighed, noting how I had spotted the deep scars on her body, “The meaning of life dies. Kathlyn sees herself as nothing but a large lizard now. Her wings were her strength, every dragon’s strength lies in their wings. When you’re deprived of your wings, it is a far worse punishment than death itself. Every one of our flightless ones were forced to watch, as their wings were torn and thrown into ashes. Leaving them nothing, but flightless creatures, who mourned into the night.”