Doom Breaker Novels & Stories

I was utterly shocked. Erin wasn't. He kept digging like he was looking for something that would shake him out of his bones. Seeing the way his hands moved, it was even scarier to think that he could end up ripping out the pages. “What do you think can break Bruce open?” He asked as he went through the pages. “You mean like a coconut?” “Yes” he snapped his finger excitedly. “Just like a coconut, no closure.” I slowed my reading to understand him. “So you're looking for a way to break him open and get all the information out of him?”

His movements looked slightly delayed, like his mind was somewhere else entirely. Then, it happened so fast. The slid slipped. The thin piece of glass hit the edge of the table awkwardly and cracked sharply against the metal stand. Aaron reacted instinctively and reached for it before it could fall completely. Wrong move. I heard the quiet hiss leave his mouth almost immediately. The broken slide hit the floor a second later as everything around us paused. “Aaron—” Chloe grabbed his wrist instantly. A thin line of blood was already running across his palm. Chairs scraped loudly against the floor all at once.

The disembodied voice announced, "11th Floor, Donation Department." The scream for help died in my throat as the doors slid away to reveal the trio standing outside. "Where do you think you're going, Dr. Greenwood?" They were all breathing hard, but I felt as if my very soul had frozen with fear. "God, you can run. Good thing we caught up to you, Dr. Greenwood." "Stop messing around, Cynthia. Donation isn't a game. I can't let you kill yourself!" "What's wrong with your legs, Dr. Greenwood?" Yvonne asked gently, though there was nothing gentle in her eyes. "Maybe we should take you back and comfort you."

Not a flicker of life remained. Matteo's pupils widened, disbelief etched on his face. "Camilla?" he whispered. But there was no answer. He stepped forward in a hurry and touched my cheek with trembling hands. "No… No, no…" he murmured. Then he grabbed me, dragging my limp body into his arms. "Camilla! Wake up! I command you to wake!" But I didn't move. Valeri said in a low voice, "She's been dead for hours. The drug triggered multiple organ failure. There was nothing—"

"Mikhail’s 'Recovery Scouts' don't play by the 'Common Ledger'." The first "Mechanical" breach occurred at the rear mudroom. A "High-Frequency" sonic-cutter sliced through the "Analog" deadbolt like it was "Broken" logic. The heavy oak door didn't splinter; it simply "De-materialized" from its hinges. The Friction of the First Strike

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

It looked like it was practically built for students to sneak out. I was just about to jump down to the other side when his voice called out once more. "Hey, rule breaker!" I glanced back over my shoulder. "What?" "Who are you?" I let a slow smirk spread across my face before giving him my answer. "Andriette."

Everything goes blurs, blackness engulfs me. Roman's screams echoes " Rose...no!" Next silence, then nothing but darkness forever. ############

“Oh no poor Ireland how is she doing? I need to go see her. We can leave now if she wants. Is that what is causing you so much pain love? We will help her get through this.” “No that’s not it this evening the pain that caused Ire to black out was the beginning of the mate bond officially breaking.” “Well then she will be free of him soon.” “Except that my grandmother…” I engulf her in a hug pulling her tight against me because I know when I finish what I am about to say she will need my comfort. “Says there is a possibility that she won’t survive the breaking.” A scream leaves her mouth that is muffled by my shoulder as I hold her to me. My skin is quickly soaked by her tears, I am trying ev

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?