Ice Breaker Chapters Novels & Stories

Totally blanked how media flashing in my face after the accident used to mess me up. Totally blanked that my voice would be gone in a panic. But when you're protecting something that matters, fear kinda shuts up. I marched out and yanked the door open. "Joelle..." Nathan's face lit up. I slapped him. Hard. "Nathan Ziegler! Go look in a mirror! What made you think I'd ever crawl back to you?!" Another slap. "And what gives you the nerve to spew lies and stir up drama?!" One more for good measure.

"But tonight, I don't want to think about work. Tonight, I just want this. You." He pulls me close, and I let him. Tomorrow I will go back to reality. Tomorrow I will face the mess of my broken engagement and my shattered plans. But tonight, I am just Evelyn. Not someone's fiancée or someone's employee or someone's disappointment. Just Evelyn. I wake up to sunlight streaming through the windows and an empty bed. I sit up, disoriented, and spot a note on the pillow next to me. *I had to take a call. Coffee is in the kitchen. Help yourself to whatever you need. - R*

CAUTION: THERE WOULD BE VIOLENT SCENES IN THE FOLLOWING CHAPTERS; PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. THANE. I could do it; I knew I could break through the chains. Rage is one powerful thing. I pulled hard, and the chains broke off. I ripped out the pipes that had been used to pass the fluids into my bloodstream, and I staggered to my feet.

But I was breaking. My body was breaking. And all I could think, through the blur of blood and tears and contractions, was that Veeraj was waiting. And he would finally have me. END OF CHAPTER 59

I sat beside it. Tore off a piece of toast. Chewed slowly. Swallowed harder. It tasted like ash. But I kept eating. Because sometimes, even the broken girls have to keep going. Even if no one is watching. Even if they’re still on fire.

Words flowed in wild bursts: “Chapter One: How Roman Broke Me… Physically, Emotionally, Spiritually. Chapter Two: Why I Might Actually Enjoy It. Chapter Three: Wait, Stop, What Is Happening? Chapter Four: Billionaire Men Should Come With Warning Labels and Maybe a Consent Form.” Dorsey’s snort came suddenly, sharp, loud, and utterly inappropriate given the seriousness of my life’s drama. Soup sloshed in the pot. I jumped, pen nearly stabbing my thumb.

The girl looked at him for a few seconds, picked up the silverware and threw it on the floor. - Portia, behave yourself. - he ordered angrily. - I don't want to. - she replied. - Well, I don't care if you don't want to, you're too little to boss yourself around, don't disobey me. Portia fell silent at James's command. Iris stood up from her seat and walked over to her niece's side, lifted up the cutlery and looked at her sweetly.

I stood outside the restaurant for a beat, keys in hand, staring at my car like it was some kind of life raft. Maybe I was losing it. Hell, maybe I already had. But at least for one second, inside that diner, eating greasy fries and pretending I wasn’t a walking disaster—I didn’t feel like I was unraveling. I took one last breath and slid into the driver’s seat again. Time to go home. Whatever the fuck “home” even meant anymore. ************************** If you’re enjoying the chapter dump, feel free to bribe me with some gifts and gems—I might just drop an even bigger one tomorrow, lol.

Clarisse breaks the silence and leaves with a glass of champagne" I'll find you " " she's tough, " I roll my eyes at the words " it's that why you interrupted us " " no " he said his eyes staring down at me again, it was intimidating I hated it, or maybe I liked it, what I know for sure is his hands felt good at the closet " come with me "

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*