Fractured No Darling Novels & Stories

My throat dried at the sight and I could not believe Alantino took me here and imagining the reason for it nearly made me faint. I glanced at him and he was staring me in the most dangerous way that made me shiver. I had never encountered that part of him. It wasn't meant for me. It was meant for the world to keep them scared of him but with me it was different, I was his lady and he was ought to protect me. This was what he said to me during our first date when I flinched at his touch. Why did he faked it all? Why? Before I realised tears started filling my eyes,blurring my vision. I was barely able to keep myself conscious. My mind couldn't process my surroundings and my heart wasn't even

“Darling” He got up, walked up to me and sat on my lap. “Look, Tristan, The problem isn't your feelings. The problem is what you're going to do about them. You can either let Collin win or quit being a pussy and go get your boy” "I don't know what to do," I confessed, I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. "I can't just... take him. You’re literally the only one that doesn’t find this weird" "That’s because I honestly don’t give a fuck," Darling said, taking my glass and downing the warm liquid, "You can't just take the kid but you can draw him close enough. Subtly. Without raising suspicion.”

#MyDarlingSuperstar Every post, every tag, every word—she had adored him. He leaned back, the phone still in his hand, his expression unreadable. She had called him My Darling Superstar like he belonged to her. And now? Now she was trying to play a game she couldn’t even think she could handle. The girl who once idolized him was no longer just a fan. She was a threat. To his control. To his composure. To the carefully drawn lines he had built between himself and the world.

Pulling her close to him while Xenia was running off to find her nanny since she could no longer watch her parents with exchanging love gestures with each other which her four years old self thought was gross. As they were kissing with piles of shopping bag surrounding them there was suddenly the sound of the bell ringing. He broke the kiss with a groan and walked outside to see who it was that dared to disturb his quality time with his wife. Initially he thought it was either Enrique or Carlisle but he was wrong. The one standing there was Damian, he looked slightly rugged unlike his usual self and it was clear he had not been getting enough sleep, not like he got that much sleep to begin w

"I just hope it hits hard enough to shatter you into pieces," Instead of anger, her face broke into a sweet, almost innocent smile, the contrast jarring. Then, her eyes locked onto Archie's, her voice taking on a softer, almost wistful tone. "Take care, ex. All the best. You'll know the truth one day, and maybe by then, it'll be too late; your heart will already be in pieces."

Camille asked me so I followed what she pointed to and saw the dumb man smiling while holding a woman by the waist, I think this is what Drake, his ex, was saying. "I don't know? Maybe that's one of his flings." I said. "She's not pretty though, I didn't know that Kevyn's taste has changed." I laughed because of Camille's comment. Later, the fool came to us with the woman. "Oh hi Kevyn." Camille greeted him. "Hi Camille, how are you?" he asked more. "I'm still pretty, I didn't know you and Ash were already broke up." "A month ago, but we haven't talked properly, you know that's too bitter."

She placed a small bag on the ground filled with torture equipment. "This isn't my first rodeo Darling," "It'll be your last," She said with a cold stare as she slammed a hammer into Lucifer's left knee shattering his bones in impact.

All of it. The diagnosis. Eighteen months when he was told. Possibly less now. The doctor’s call that morning changing it to six months. The plan that he’d made that day in the elevator — the deliberate decision to fall in love as a final act before the clock ran out. The part where he was going to leave her without explanation so she never had to watch him disappear. The file he’d read on Connor. The contract extension he’d engineered. The measurements he’d called to check knowing she was on the floor. Every calculated moment. He spoke without looking away from her. Without apologizing. Without trying to make it sound better than it was.

The maid begs. "I don't need your dirty money." Charles picks up a glass of champagne on the table beside him. He raises it over the maid's head and bends it. The champagne pours over the maid's hair, flowing down her white clothes. Her hair, face and clothes are wet and stained. Charles smiles sly as he takes in the maid's wretched look. A maid does not deserve to be treated properly. "Charles, stop it." Francis pleads. Charles throws the empty glass on the ground which shatters to sharp pieces.

The night my destiny was broken. I stood frozen as the memory replayed itself, cruel and merciless. Damian’s eyes met mine—golden, proud, unreadable. The bond that had just snapped into existence pulsed between us, and I could feel my own heartbeat echoing in the silence before he spoke the words that had haunted me for years. “I, Damian Blackwood, reject you.” His voice cut through me like steel, and the crowd’s murmurs became daggers in my ears. I remembered the taste of humiliation, the burn of tears, the scream I never let out.