Defending Broken Isles Novels & Stories

With nowhere to direct his rage, Dylan kicked the shelf in the corner over. He scanned the empty quarter as a sense of dread overtook him. “Sarah… “I hope she isn’t trying to do anything drastic…” Dylan smashed the window. The broken shards flew everywhere, cutting his arm. The sharp pang reminded him of Sarah’s scarred body. By the looks of the injuries, she must be hurting. He could not fathom the extent of Sarah’s suffering. She survived five years on a remote island, only to be reduced to a servant upon her return.

�𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗼𝗱𝘀, 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘃𝗮𝘂𝗹𝘁. 𝗔 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗝𝘂𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗻’𝘀, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁� �𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱’𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱’𝘀 𝘃𝗼𝗶𝗰𝗲. "Thank you for the update, Mother. The Island was just a backup. We’ve already moved the primary server to the one place you can never reach."

"Your island is worth over two billion. Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?" I glanced coldly at Xena, who was cowering behind Orion. "If you can't afford it, then stop sticking up for her. Xena, tell me honestly, where's the money from selling the island?" Xena shrank back, tears welling up in her eyes, but she still spoke with a self-righteous tone, "That island wasn't just yours. Why should I give you the money?" Infuriated by her shamelessness, I raised my hand and slapped her again. "If it’s not mine, then does it belong to you, you thief?"

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.

"It means you're human. But it also means I don't know if I can ever close my eyes around you again." The heavy, painful truth hung in the pressurized air between them. The impenetrable architect of Genesis Island had finally been stripped of her walls, and the loyal soldier had finally realized the depth of his chains. They were two broken people trapped in a tin can at the bottom of the ocean, bound together by trauma and a shattered trust that might never be repaired.

That breaking. Humanity. Still there. Still fighting. Still resisting even while complying. That was unexpected. That was interesting. Most subjects broke completely. Lost themselves. Became nothing but the conditioning. The programming. The weapon. But Novalee held onto something. Some core. Some piece of self. Hidden. Buried. Protected. Even as a vessel. Even as Dante's obsession. Even as the Red Bride. Still Novalee. Somewhere deep. Still there. Isabella wondered how long that would last. How much more she could endure before that last piece, that last humanity, finally died.

"He was wrong. He spent eight years hiding behind a wall. We spent eight years building an army. He thinks he’s safe because he’s on an island that no plane or boat can reach. But tonight, the gates are open. And the Vanguard is coming to collect." I turned to Oliver. "Sync the Breaker vehicles. If that energy field so much as twitches, I want you to jam the frequency." "Already on it," he replied, his fingers flying across the holographic interface. I looked back at the troops. "We don't go there for glory. We go there for blood. We go there for the home they stole. Tonight, Goma Island returns to its rightful owners." The hangar erupted, not in a cheer, but in the terrifying, rhythmic clas

The broken void began to recover under the repair of the magical power. The world became clear again. The sky was blue and the sea was calm. The slowly falling sunset dyed the sea red. At this moment, streams of light shot out from the island hovering above the sea. On the jade platform of Immortal Island, Jessica, Yvonne Johnson, Maisie Pine, Xander Faris, and the others stood aside. From time to time, they would look at Caspian and Xiao Pei, who were several miles away.

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*