Fractured No Darling Novels & Stories

“No, dad, it’s just well, can you give me a heads-up next time?” “What? Oh yeah, sure. I have to go sweetheart. I need to finalize the plans for security at their party. I will see you tonight. I love you.” He hung up without giving me a chance to speak. I pressed end on my phone. I heard the bell again. I walked out front to see Darren coming in. “Hey, how’s the nose?” he asked. Darren and I had been friends for a long time. “It’s broken, thanks to the Hell twins and Sheila.” I didn’t bother to hide my anger despite them being one room away.

“Damien, love is like a mirror. Once it’s shattered, it’s shattered. No matter how you try to piece it back together, no matter what compensation you offer, the cracks will never disappear.” I looked him in the eye. My voice was cold, resolute. “Leave. Julian and I are getting married. Please don’t come back to disturb us again.” “Married?” It was as if Damien had been plunged into an icy abyss. The chill sank into his bones and turned his insides to stone.

Seeing them is a reminder that we don’t need to be from the same upbringing or lifestyle or even have the same ideals to get on… but that is clearly just the opinion of some of us. My irritatingly perfect mate thought otherwise, but then again, he is a dick and a half. “Fuck, she’s broken her leg,” Damien mutters. Have I? I look down and suck in a breath, frowning. “It’s fine. I’ll snap it back into place.” “I’ll do that,” Valerie says, and before I can even say anything, I gasp in agony as she snaps my bone back into place. “Fuck!” I hiss as I breathe deeply, trying to get past the jarring pain that has rocked my body.

For the first time, emotion cracked through the Fractured’s voice. “That is what terrifies me the most.” Aria blinked. “Why?” The Fractured stepped close enough for her to feel the heat of their aura. “Because I loved someone once too.” Silence fell. Heavy. Devastating. “And when the realms tore me apart,” the Fractured whispered, “they tore him with me.” Aria felt Erevan go still beside her. The Fractured looked between them—then said the words that froze her blood:

To that bakery. The necklace and the photo—they weren’t just things I needed to return. They were pieces of a truth I’ve kept buried. I held the photograph that day, knowing it could unravel everything. If I told her the whole story, would she still love me? My walls might be high, but loving Selina has made me realize just how fragile they are.

My feet ache, my cheeks hurt from smiling too much. Then I hear the sound. A small crack. Like glass breaking. I turn to see Darius standing by the table. The wine glass in his hand has shattered. Silver shards fall, scattering across the floor. “Darius?” I call out as I get to my feet. He doesn’t answer. His chest rises too fast. His hands curl into fists. His eyes… his eyes aren’t gold anymore. They flicker black, like ink spreading in water. “Darius,” I say again, louder this time.

Instead, it only made Fleur more reckless. I dimmed my own light, trying to warm a block of ice. In the end, the only thing I consumed was my own life and happiness. Once my thoughts were clear, I didn't hesitate. I dialed the number I had kept in my heart for so long. "Mr. Harlem? The director position you mentioned last time—I accept." What followed came like a row of falling dominoes—swift and absolute. The child in Fleur's womb was beaten into a pool of blood by Shane's out-of-control fists.

‍Trust is a fr⁠agile th‌ing,​ l‌ike a g​la​ss bridge. On‌e crack,and everyth⁠ing falls.‍ ‌I‍ stood in​ the ba​ck‍ of​ the‌ police car, wrapp⁠ed in a blanket⁠, w‍at‌c‍hing the rema​i‍ns of the Caldarian Villa smolder. Darlington was talking to‍ the detectives a f​ew yards awa‍y. He looked like a‍ h​ero. He had saved the "Re‌born Bride‌." He had capt​ured t‍he villa⁠ins. But the phone in my hand felt like a pi‍ece of hot coal.

I grabbed another then another. My breathing became ragged as rage consumed me. “Goddammit!” I kicked the side of the bed. I punched the wall. I didn’t care about the pain in my hand. Everything was falling apart. My marriage was gone. My company had become entangled in something I couldn’t control. Charlotte hated me. The people I was working with considered me nothing more than a pawn. Now Desiree was leaving too. I slowly sank to the floor. For several minutes, I remained there. Then I laughed… It was a bitter, empty sound.

“That’s right. Twisted love is the only love you need now.” Sarah cried softly in her chains, but I barely noticed. The echo inside me had become pure twisted pleasure. Every thrust, every whisper, every jealous spark made me wetter. Damien pulled me close in the middle of another round and whispered, “I love owning your shattered pieces. You’re my perfect broken girl.” I came again from his words alone, my body convulsing. “Thank you for breaking me,” I moaned back.