Fractured No Darling Novels & Stories

"Or I'll carry you back upstairs. And I won't be gentle about it." "Promise?" I whispered. The glass shattered. Damian’s scotch glass slipped from his fingers, hitting the hardwood floor with a loud CRASH, shattering into shards of crystal and amber liquid. The movie kept playing. But the "safe" bubble had burst. He looked at the mess, then back at me. His chest was heaving. His pupils were blown wide. "Look what you made me do," he growled, his voice no longer that of a father, but of a man on the edge. "You're a bad girl, Skylar. A very bad girl."

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

I served instead. Especially for them. Kael Ashford, Vex Thorne, and Cass Rivera. The three nineteen-year-old princes everyone worshipped. My heart fluttered every time I looked at them. I was stupidly, hopelessly in love with all three. Kael with his strong jaw and warm golden eyes that made my knees weak. Vex, so smart and mysterious, with those piercing eyes that seemed to read my soul. And Cass, quiet and intense, who made me want to wrap him in hugs and never let go. I knew it was pathetic—me, the traitor’s daughter, dreaming about them—but I couldn’t help it. They were my secret light in this cruel world.

“To what extent has she brainwashed you, huh? How could you be so foolish—” A servant rushed into the glasshouse, his face pale, and his voice choked as he shouted, “Vampire hunter!” Then something pierced him, penetrating from his back to his chest. He fell forward, and behind him stood a woman in a red dress. Henry was the first to react upon seeing her figure. He was stunned, and as the woman noticed his astonishment, she smiled at him. “You—” Henry choked. “Hello, Darling.”

He says, and I ignore him. I don’t care about his explanation now. Me: What did you and my brother talk about? Darling: Romeo said I’m breedable. I burst out laughing so hard my stomach hurt. Me: There’s no way he used the word breedable. Darling: I swear on everything. He actually called me breedable. So that’s what you get thinking I can’t handle you. Me: Being breedable doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt by Xevier. Don’t go stirring up trouble.

Baby even smiled and closed her eyes because she imagined having her own salon and several assistants. Dollan nosily snaps his finger right on his girlfriend's forehead, turning her from her delusions. It was frowning while rubbing her forehead which felt quite painful because of her boyfriend's nosy behavior. "You shouldn't snap your finger on my forehead, do you know? It hurts." Baby's pretty face turned sullen but Dollan's eyes looked so adorable. "I purposely did that so that you wake up from your delusions how can you fantasize while You're busy styling my hair , my dear girlfriend."

But fractured. The Echo of Others At first, the awareness was exhilarating. She could feel Ronan’s steadiness like an anchor beneath her feet, his measured patience threading through her thoughts when she wavered. His pride—once distant and private—now brushed against her like the touch of warm sunlight on a cold morning. When he looked at her and offered thanks, she didn’t just hear his voice. She felt his sincerity—deep, resonant, unwavering. It moved through her as surely as her own heartbeat.

- Come on, Darling. I put my arm around her and she stood up. - Damien. - She insisted. - You know you owe me. I couldn't hold back any longer. - I owe you nothing, Crystle. Nothing but contempt. - This time my voice came out loud and threatening. - "You have to let me explain!" She tapped her foot nervously and I let out a laugh, thinking how absurd her words were. - There's no need for explanations. I saw it with my own eyes. - I sighed, trying to calm down. It was in the past and it didn't mean anything anymore. - But it doesn't matter anymore. Come on, Darling.

"Come on, Darling…. I must carry you, you can't use your legs" "B…. But, I can walk". She tried to argue with him, but he still won against her. Extra…. [Darcia: "Why the hell is he treating me like an egg when I'm a tough Mafia Boss?. Did he know something about me that I don't know about?. Hmph, he's acting all sweet and lovely…. What a sweet hubby, or should I call him, Mate?. He's really becoming too sweet to me, and strange nowadays…. And it's too good to be true"]

He was finally here. "Over here, Jared! Molly is trapped under this slab!" I shouted. He heard me and rushed toward us. But just as he reached for his tools, his phone rang. "Jared, please, help!" It was his first love, Charlotte. "I see you, Jared," she said, her voice raw with panic. "I'm to your right. My daughter's trapped under the rocks. Please, you have to save her." I was surprised that she was also there.