Defending Broken Isles Novels & Stories

Then my efforts will come to naught. We cannot have that now, can we? So I have to focus and direct my emotions towards just the mate bond. Fingers crossed, I pray that it works. Five minutes pass by, but nothing happens. Then I decide to lift it a notch higher. I break my thumb deliberately and the pain is unbelievable.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

“You need to have better safeguards in place then, including physical eyes on the contestants at all times, rather than relying on your technology, if it isn’t sufficient.” Moreau nodded eagerly. “We’ve just been discussing that this morning, and plans are underway to both upgrade our power grid, and to add to the staff to ensure nothing like that happens again. That was before we knew someone had been in peril. I swear this will never happen again.” I didn’t know whether to believe him, but there wasn’t much I could do about it anyway. They were operating on an island in international waters, from the best I could guess, so there was no regulatory body to shut them down. I turned away from

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

She was a woman who was a testament to the power of resilience. "I learned that the most profound change doesn't happen when things are easy, but when they are at their most difficult," Isabelle continued, her voice a low, soothing murmur. "I learned that being broken doesn't mean you're useless. It means you're being remade. You are a work in progress, Lily. You are a story waiting to be told. And this," she said, her gaze sweeping over the room, "this is your chance to write the next chapter."

An elderly woman said "Impossible. We would've known if there was an intruder. The island's natural defenses are impenetrable. Even if they get through, how did they get past through all that security?" "Be that as it may, we do not know anything about the eastern isles. We didn't have enough time to research more about them. We had already broken our end of the rule by taking women from the east instead of the area we're allowed to get the tribute women." Another man said

“Stop trying to be indestructible. You’re not.” I catch her wrist, forcing her to meet my eyes. “I don’t need to be indestructible. I just need to last long enough to finish this.” Nova’s tears spill over. “And what if you don’t? What if I lose you?” The question claws at me, because I don’t have an answer she’ll accept. So I pull her closer, pressing my forehead to hers. “Then you fight. The way you always have. You fight for Isla. You fight for us. And you remember—I don’t break. Not for him. Not ever.”