Novel & Cerita Dream Breaker

Or maybe a missing tooth, a bruised face, a broken nose, a broken jaw. Or maybe just enough damage to remind him that certain words were better left unspoken. Wild imaginations ran through my head as I slowly let out a quiet laugh, my fingers flexing slightly on the handle as I kept riding forward. Now, there were two people on my black list. The red–haired and the anonymous bastard. He had dared to send Aaron a note and drag him into whatever sick game he was playing. My eyes narrowed slightly beneath the helmet. I wasn’t going to let that slide.

I say again, louder this time. My reflection disagrees. I can see it in my own eyes—the truth I'm trying to bury. I didn't do the right thing. I did the safe thing. The selfish thing. The cowardly thing. My fist connects with the mirror before I realize I'm moving. Glass explodes. Pain radiates up my arm, sharp and immediate. Blood wells from cuts across my knuckles, dripping into the sink. I stare at the blood spreading across white porcelain. "This is nothing," I whisper to the shattered reflection. "Nothing compared to what I did to her."

I needed to face it alone. I entered the bathroom and looked at the mirror. My face was marked by tears. My eyes wandered over the robe stained with food and the bruised knees. I didn't recognize myself, but it was me there. It was who I had allowed myself to be up until that moment, and I needed to see it very clearly. I needed to confront the fact that I had hit rock bottom, that I had hurt the people who cared about me, that I had hurt myself. I was punishing myself, why? Why was I doing that to myself? Losing my mind like this?

In truth, none of my choices look good. If I resist, I’ll likely end up broken and buried beside my pathetic excuse of a papà. If I submit, I’ll be shackled to a man known for wielding power as effortlessly as he wields a blade. The rage burning through my veins at that miserable sperm donor swells again, writhing and crackling through every nerve in my body. He deserves worse than a swift death. If anyone is going to end him, it should be me. But I’m out of time.

he smirk. "Please Kareem....please don't do this......please" I begged crying. "Before the count of three, you better step on that f**king thing...else, I might do something we'll both regret" he warned. I'm so scared right now. He looks scary,he looks like a father scolding his own daughter. I slowly step on the broken glass and winced in pain. Ya Allah, this is so painful! "Good. Now jump on it" he ordered.

I decided to come back in the morning and find out if he saw any bit of the killer's face. A woman was humming a lullaby. I couldn't make out her features but I could tell she was beautiful. She craddled me in her warmth. The lullaby was familiar, just like the woman, but I couldn't remember her. I felt safe and loved. The warmth around me deepened and spread further until it started to hurt. My eyes snapped open. I was surrounded by flames and the woman was no longer humming, instead, she wasscreaming. Blood gushed from a wound in her head and she was reaching out for me. "Rai, run! You have to live..you have to..." Her quivering voice pleaded.

And never truly defeat. The words lingered in Aria’s mind—not as comfort, but as truth. Because being undefeated didn’t mean being safe. It didn’t mean being untouched. And it definitely didn’t mean there wouldn’t be a cost. --- The System Reacts For a brief moment after her last move, everything held still. Not calm. Not resolved. Just… suspended. --- Then It Broke Again Not outward this time— Inward. --- The System Collapses Into Itself

That's when I realized going through the alpha wouldn't help… To attack a system, you go through the motherboard…the Luna. Without the Luna, let's face it. This pack would be doomed. I mustered courage and pasted a massive smile on my face and strutted with so much confidence. I smirked as I closed the distance between us, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. There she was. Raven. The pack’s precious, broken Luna. The woman everyone still whispered about like she was some tragic saint, even after everything. Even after Marcus had made it clear she was no longer wanted.