Defending Broken Isles 소설 & 이야기

"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 didn't answer; I didn't know the answer. Maybe some bad choices mixed with things we couldn't control. But you couldn't be sure. “You were my best friend, you know?” she asked. “You were mine too," I answered, looking at the ground as well, not having the courage to face her. “And why did you abandon me? Friends don't leave, Ethan. Friends stay.” She said in a shaky voice, emphasizing the last word without looking me in the eye because she knew, and I knew, that if she did that, she would break.

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

“I plan to utilise this island for the benefit of our kingdom.” “And what can our kingdom possibly gain from this island?” “A new fishing opportunity,” I replied enthusiastically. I then explained, “These ports can be mended and turned into more advanced fishing facilities. In addition, we can build further fortifications around us for a stronger defence.” James was not pleased. Not one bit. He should be proud of me in this situation. I thought of ways to improve and strengthen his domain. But instead of throwing his support, James was immediately opposed to it. “Well, James?”

The LORD has broken the staff of the wicked, the scepter of rulers, that struck the people in wrath with unceasing blows, that ruled the nations in anger with unrelenting persecution. - Isaiah 14:5 * * * * Dawn was just breaking over the horizon when Terror Island came into view. The island was very beautiful once upon a time, with silver sparkling white sand on the beaches, with several species of plant life growing on the island, and a gigantic mansion built on the island that could easily pass as a castle because of the size of it.

The sound changed from a scrape to a tear. Ava grabbed my arm. "It is breaking apart." I watched the steel hull split along the reef. Water poured into the gap. The ship listed hard to one side. Men were jumping into the water now. Small splashes against the dark sea. Madeline spoke quietly. "Victor always said the reef was the island's first defense. He was right." The destroyer settled deeper into the coral. The bow rose out of the water. The stern sank lower. The ship was not going anywhere. It was impaled on the reef like a fish on a spear.

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.