Dying Broke Book Novels & Stories

She breathed only when he exited the kitchen. ............ Well..well..well...looks like someone has started to get bad dreams. Do support the book.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

His body began to crack and break apart, dark energy leaking from every fissure. "This isn't over," he gasped. "Others will come. Others who seek what your daughter represents." "Then we'll face them too," Dante said, standing beside Aria. "Together." Vane's body crumbled to ash, blown away by a wind that seemed to come from nowhere. With his death, the remaining Bloodborn suddenly collapsed, their corrupted life force tied to their creator. The clearing fell silent except for heavy breathing and the sounds of wounded warriors. Then Luna laughed. A pure, delighted baby laugh that echoed across the battlefield.

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.

His father’s face looked tense, as if he were holding back his anger. “What’s really going on here?” Allen asked. Aaron closed his eyes for a moment, then let out a long sigh. "Bad news. Zagami died. His ship exploded.” Allen’s eyes widened in shock. "What?!" ***

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.

At first, Queenie had looked at me with pity, but eventually her gaze had turned into one of impatience. Since she wanted to shake off the burden I had become, I was willing to grant her that freedom. Just as I felt my life slipping away, I sensed a small hand clutching my finger. "Dad, please wake up. Don't sleep, okay? I promise I'll be good." I heard Leroy's voice. With the last of my strength, I opened my eyes one final time to look at him before I passed away. The day after my death, my soul found its way to Francis' hospital room. His surgery had been successful, and Queenie was tenderly caring for him.

Carl pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't cry, Pheebs. Everyone has their own destiny." What bullshit! I didn't believe in that rubbish, yet my fate had played such a huge prank on me. It had turned me into such a harbinger of misfortune. I saw the slight smile on Carl's face. He seemed to be pleased that I was dead. He and the rest of them surrounded my body. Silence descended upon them as they looked at my photo and urn. Gary said grimly, "Holly called me this afternoon and told me she was going to die. She wanted us to have one last meal with her."

"Luna, this is our joint project with Euronia. Study the process. You're coming with me to negotiations next week." I flipped it open. "Va bene." Mamma handed me a cup of warm water. "Don't push yourself. If you don't want this life, I can take care of you forever." "I can handle it, Mamma." I smiled. "If I survived the slums, I can survive this. Especially with you and Papa." I knew one thing. If I wanted freedom from my past, I had to become stronger. Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate.

"So what are you going to do." Dani turned the mug in her hands. Outside Bri's kitchen window, a lawnmower droned somewhere down the block, and the smell of cut grass drifted in through the screen, and for a second the whole conversation felt impossibly normal, two friends at a table talking about a boy, except the boy held a lap record under a fake name and had cost her four hundred dollars in bet money she still had to explain to her actual bank account. "Nothing," she said. "I'm going to do nothing. I lost the bet. I'm going to eat ramen for a month, I'm going to finish the Nissan, and I'm never going to see him again."