Dying Broke Book Novels & Stories

He chuckled before whispering in my ear, "Everyone can be broken. You too will break. Soon." They both left a moment later, leaving me trembling and filled with dread. I placed one hand on my chest, feeling my heart thunder against my ribcage. I believed Eric's words. I believed it because, as I sat on that cold ground, overwhelmed by helplessness, something within me began to crack... ***

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Ang notebook na naglalaman ng lahat ng list niya at mga kwentong nangyari sa kan'ya. Binuksan kong muli ang notebook na binigay n'ya at muling binasa ang mga laman nito. "DIARY OF THE DYING" Living My Final Days with a Grateful Heart Muli akong napaluha ng mabasa ang unang pahina nito. Bakit sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, s'ya pa ang dinapuan ng sakit na 'yon at kung bakit s'ya agad ang kinuha. Ang daming masasamang nilalang na hindi na nararapat pang mabuhay pero bakit kung sino pa ang maraming pangarap at dapat pagkalooban nito ay sila pa ang pinagkaitan.

I stood there shocked with my jaw hanging open, staring at the dead bodies that were impaled by Reid's ice. I knew he was strong, but it was that moment that I knew he was going to be the most powerful alpha there ever was. I knew he was destined for great things and I can't wait to see it. The end. **** Yes, the book is over, but the story is not. Aiden and Thaddeus, along with their children, their story continues in “A Broken Alpha” series. Noah and Michael, their story is just beginning. Their story continues throughout the series.

Dying. "Mate... mate..." Her voice faded like smoke. Silas whispered, "Good. Let her go. Let Daria go." I felt as though my chest was splitting apart. I clawed at the ground. Pain-- pain-- pain,-- Silas-- it hurts-- it hurts so much--! Yes, I know, said he, coming down on his knees beside me. "But you must finish this." And all that was in me turned round, and broke--as a chain.

I dropped my phone and cracked the screen. Since mom will kill me I'm ending the book so that I can get money, fix the phone and make it brand new. Bye. Please read, vite, comment and share. Until the next chapter... -Daisy

They both looked out of their rearview mirrors until they couldn't see one another. "Will I ever see her again?" Dexter had found love on a two-way street, and now he's lost it on a lonely highway. But he kept telling himself true love would never die. At least, that's what he's been told. But still, he couldn't help but cry. He knew that this was finally lights out and goodbye.

I gutted out to my wolf. Starring at the three men I loved, I pleaded, “P-please…h-help m-me…” forcing the words out, halting my screams for a short moment. It seemed silly of me to put this on them, not sure how they could help me with the force that was pummeling my body, boiling it from the inside out. As the words left my lips, Val screamed, “LET GO, EL…FOR THE LOVE OF GODDESS…LET GO!” and I felt my body fracture, my life force shooting out of me as my bones snapped and cracked. Then, I felt nothing. So, this is what dying feels like…I thought ruefully to myself, while blackness overtook me.

What would happen if I died? “Fine, since you are stopping me from killing him. I guess I will stop her in another way,” she hissed, waving her hands. A horrifying pain hit me in the chest as I struggled to breathe; my hand shook harshly, my chest tightening in pain. It felt like my mate was dying. “What are you doing?” Dmitri asked, running to me. “I am breaking their bond. For the first time in history, I will be breaking the bond of two mates,” she said, and tears fell down my eyes. I wanted to scream, to plead for her, to not make my worst nightmare come true.

I was to get pregnant and then be killed by Bas. I had accepted my fate. My life was short, but it was well-lived, and for that, I was grateful. Walking out of the bathroom, I dressed and tied my hair into a messy bun. Sitting on my bed, I picked up the only book Darius had left me. Of all things, it was a geography book—a cruel irony in his claims not to let me die of boredom. I flipped through the pages, trying to focus on the text, but my mind wandered. The stark white pages were a contrast to the dark, suffocating thoughts in my head. Each page turned was a reminder of my confinement, the walls closing in on me.