Novel & Cerita Diamond Broken

The days she…. “Dude, dude,” Brian’s voice drags him back to reality. “Dude, you are drifting off again!” He rubs his face with his palm and sighs dejectedly. “Sorry, man,” he apologizes. “Malcolm, I know you don’t like hearing this but I’m your best friend and I have to tell you the truth. Dude, you’ve got to move on. Yvette is gone and she is never coming back.” “I’ve moved on,” Malcolm says to him.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

"Sir, you remind me of the young guys on Wall Street trying to flash their first big bonuses." Al bursts into a loud, booming laugh. "I do my best to keep my mind healthy and young, my friend. Come on, stop stalling. Pick one. Personally, I highly recommend a diamond-encrusted one. A diamond is symbolic of an unbreakable bond. It endures pressure, just like a good marriage."

"This is an important occasion! Is this really the time and place for your jealousy? How dare you tamper with a video to slander Grace!" He pointed a finger in my face and roared, "You've ruined the pack's reputation and offended our honored guest! Get on your knees right now and apologize to Grace! After that, get the hell out!" Just then, a loud bang echoed through the room. Dad had shattered the table before him with a single strike, and a terrifying wave of Alpha presence flooded the room. Jack's legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees. Dad strode toward Jack, step by step. "Who do you think you are? And who exactly were you telling to leave?"

"Then he won't. No loss to me." Damian pulled me into his arms, laughing. "Lucky for me. I'm the one who loves you." I rested against his solid chest and lifted my right hand. The jade bracelet sat on my wrist. It was true. Glued a broken thing back together, and there would always be a crack. But as long as you met the right person. The light would still find its way through the crack.

“Y-you what?” “I told him no,” Bryce said, voice firm now but still calm—no raised volume, just unyielding certainty. “A bond is not something to discard in a moment of pride or anger. It is not weakness. And it is not optional.” He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, his presence filling the space without crowding me. “You are his mate, Sarah. The bond was formed the moment you agreed to it. Hunter may have lost his temper last night—God knows, I’ve seen him snap before—but I will not allow him to throw that away like it’s nothing.”

"I'm sorry. I should have been more careful." "It's okay," I comforted him gently. "Obsidian is fragile anyway. I picked the wrong material." I held his hand and made a genuine promise. "Tomorrow, I'll carve you a better one out of dragon bone. It'll be indestructible. I'll even add some high-tier defense arrays so you can switch them out." Right as I finished speaking, a sharp crack echoed across the table. Cassian had crushed his solid silver goblet barehanded. The twisted metal and sharp shards bit into the flesh of his half-shifted claws, dripping black blood through his fingers.

Tell me what did your dad do to you? (Amy) Mom, ever since you divorced dad, dad has been bringing different women home each and every day. When I protest he beats me until I can't move. He even lost his job, he become a drunkard. The worst part is... Tears started flowing down her face. (Roslyn) WHAT DID HE DO?

Camille asked me so I followed what she pointed to and saw the dumb man smiling while holding a woman by the waist, I think this is what Drake, his ex, was saying. "I don't know? Maybe that's one of his flings." I said. "She's not pretty though, I didn't know that Kevyn's taste has changed." I laughed because of Camille's comment. Later, the fool came to us with the woman. "Oh hi Kevyn." Camille greeted him. "Hi Camille, how are you?" he asked more. "I'm still pretty, I didn't know you and Ash were already broke up." "A month ago, but we haven't talked properly, you know that's too bitter."

he grabbed my hand, "Can't we still be friends or something?" I pulled my hand back, "Whatever." ** I was home now, god today was awful, stupid Adam broke up with me and to top it off, I have fucking school tomorrow. This is fucking horrible. "Jade," my mum called, "Jonathan's here, come say hi." Jonathan's my older brother.