Defending Broken Isles Novels & Stories

But another part—the one that had been broken before—whispered: Protect your heart, Isla. And maybe for once, I would listen.

With boundaries. With unshakable resolve. Because this time, she was not rebuilding from betrayal. She was defending a kingdom she had earned.

I mean, Miami has always been my home for ages and I never for a moment thought I would ever in my life decide to leave Miami for another home. But I also know it is a very good idea that I decided to come here with Jessa. Ever since my brother and that bitch of a wife betrayed Jessa, she has been acting tough but the empty look in her eyes makes me want to always be there for her. I want her to know that there is still someone who will always be there for her, I want to be that someone whom she can always lean on when she is broken, that someone whom she can walk with when she is too afraid to walk alone.

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.

"You may sit Mr. Wilson. How about you Ms. Kingston? Why don't you tell us something about your book ?" I stood up and wetted my lips while looking at the cover of the book in question. "It's called the Myth of The Broken Throne." "Very well, what's it about? "It's starting with the history of the supernaturals and the birth of the werewolves. The Cerulean clan and the Royals --" "I guess you still don't know what the myth is about." "No, I don't. " "Then what have you thought about the book till now? Did you get any interesting mystery, you would like to share with us?"

He pushed her hard, even though she was a girl. When her mother would complain about that when she came back with bruises from training. He would tell her, “She must train and learn to defend herself Charise, we won't always be around to protect her, so she must learn to defend herself.” Her mother would pout and pull her to the bathroom and clean her up.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

He held a relaxed posture, like we were talking about something mundane and banal. “Fine,” he said, to my surprise. “You keep the ridge. But surely you see the value in the ridge. It’s high ground. Close to clean water. And easily defensible.” I didn’t react. “My pack currently holds the eastern woods,” he continued. He clicked his tongue. “We’ve split the island, you and I. We don’t feel that’s fair. The ridge is valuable. If you insist on keeping it, then we insist on claiming a bigger area.”

My back is against the bedframe as I wipe my wet eyes, tears of frustration at the forefront. Knees pulled to my chest, I rest my forehead against them. It’s dark outside, with the occasional flashlight shining through on my bed. I don’t know why the Director is so convinced I’m going to make a break for it. I don’t see anyone else having this level of security. What does it even matter? The construction of the shields around the islands has begun according to Isabel who saw strange people in robes arriving on our island. Apparently, they’ve been arriving at all the islands.

Angelina added, her gaze shifting to the still form of Darius, "we begin the work of healing what he broke. Of redistributing what he hoarded." Isla looked out over the island—this place that had become the final battleground in a conflict that had threatened everything she had come to love. The pack. Liam. Her reunited self with Selena. It all might have been lost, but instead, it had been saved. "I'm ready," she said, feeling the truth of those words in every fiber of her being. Ready for peace. Ready for healing. Ready for whatever came next in this extraordinary life she had found. As they made their way down from the cliffs, the first stars began to appear in the darkening sky above—ete