Novel & Cerita Five Years Of Broken Dreams Novel

When I opened my eyes, I realized I had slept for half an hour. Athena's flight had landed 15 minutes earlier. A sense of unease crept up in my heart. I called Athena's phone, but it was out of service. I tried my friend's phone, but there was no answer too. Panic hit me, and I immediately called Xavier, demanding, "You promised not to come near my daughter! Give her back to me now!" Xavier's voice sounded weary as he asked, "What are you talking about?" My heart sank. "You're not the one who took Athena?"

Damian asks. Am I okay? I feel dirty. I feel violated. I feel used. I'm in unbearable pain. I'm covered in blood, piss, and semen. I can taste shit in my mouth. My body won't stop trembling. There's tears falling from my eyes. He broke me.

“Broken night?” Janice questioned. She had been led in as usual, and sat, still cuffed, across the table from Byron. “Hmm?” Byron looked at her, appearing confused. “That's what my mom used to call it when nightmares or something kept waking you up— a broken night.” “Oh,” now he began to understand. “Yeah, it looks like you had one.” “You could say that for sure.” “That's okay, I did too. I was dreaming about Lacey all night, Lacey and that damn snake.”

He's the one Alpha Noah is not afraid of. He knows what his mate can do to him because he's an Alpha. He has the ability to use the Alpha command on him. He can command him to hold still while he has his way with him, something he's experienced many times. ‘An Alpha did that to me. He broke me until there was nothing left. He took my innocence at the fucking age of eight! He beat me and broke my bones so many times I lost count. He kept me in a dark room, chained me, and left me hanging there. He didn't just break my body, he broke my spirit and took everything from me until there was nothing left, and I could barely lift my head, let alone drag myself to the corner to use the bathroom like

She could no longer feel the mate bond between them. Memories of fire kept her awake at night. Memories of Elijah standing amidst the flames blurred with a dreamscape of him, eyes black as obsidian, holding his burning hand towards her and setting her alight whenever she moved too close. There was no escape from the dreams, and so she slept little. Her body moved so infrequently, and her mind was so numb, that, aside from the days when Morvand would kick her around the pack house, her body had little need of rest.

If in a month Seth was still behaving, no rumors, no girls, and no attitude I would have the move in talk with him. Laying down I found sleep impossible now, was a month long enough, hell could I even wait a month. I spent most of the night tossing and turning, when I did sleep it was all fragmented dreams, dreams of him fucking up. When the sun began to rise I rose with it not willing to let my mind torture me any longer.

~~~~~~~~~~~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.

Every enhanced individual freed. That's the debt she owes. To Marcus. To the test subjects who died. To her father. To herself. And she always pays her debts. Emma closes her eyes. Sleeps. For the first time in months, she doesn't dream of Torres. Doesn't dream of fire. Doesn't dream of death. She dreams of five years from now. Of being normal. Of being free. Of being just Emma. The dream feels far away. Impossible. Beautiful. She holds onto it anyway.

He broke the Blood Moon vow just to secure the support of the Bloodfang pack. He had never loved me. He only wanted control and power. And I was just a tool. One that had served its purpose and was now discarded. Liam had been right. I had blinded myself with the illusion I created. Seven years of devotion, and I still hadn't seen the truth. I gazed at Damian, stunned, yet somewhere in the depths of my heart, a final spark of hope flared. He might not care about me, but he couldn't abandon his pup.

She stood in the doorway for a long moment, studying him. Five years. Five years of shared mornings and shared decisions. Shared bed. Shared dreams. Had any of it been real? Or had she been a strategic acquisition all along? The thought cut deeper than she expected. She turned away before resentment could harden her completely. Because beneath the anger was still pain. And beneath the pain was something fragile — the realization that she had loved him honestly. That vulnerability felt like the greatest betrayal of all. ******* By morning, the tears had dried. Her reflection in the mirror startled her.