Imagine Breaker Novels & Stories

I spat. He chuckled. “I like spirit. It makes the breaking more fun.” Before he could say anything else, a distant, earth-rattling boom shook the building. Dust rained from the ceiling. One of the other masked figures stiffened. “What was that?” Another boom. Closer this time. Then another. My heart seized. They were coming.

"Maybe I do know what's best. I've been in business for twenty years. I know how to grow a company." "And I've been building mine for six months and doing just fine. I don't need you to swoop in and fix what isn't broken." "You're being stubborn." "And you're being controlling!" The words hang between us. Richard's expression shutters. "If that's what you think of me, maybe we need space." "Maybe we do." I grab my purse and walk out, slamming the door behind me. My hands shake as I drive back to my old apartment, the one I kept despite moving in with Richard.

But Ethan’s bravery in London gathering physical bank codes, recording secret conversations, and taking the digital files directly from the fake clinic had shattered Maxwell’s invisible shield forever. Suddenly, the red warning lights on his security monitors began to flash rapidly. The live camera feeds showing the outer iron gates flashed white, followed by the loud, booming sound of explosives detonating in the night air. BOOM! The heavy iron gates collapsed inward, torn apart by tactical breaches. "What is that?!" Maxwell screamed, grabbing a small silver handgun from his desk drawer. Before he could reach the door, the glass windows of the study shattered into thousands of tiny pieces a

"Because if I lose, you lose. The Council keeps you in a machine. If I destroy the Council, I destroy your prison. You'll finally be free." Silence. Then, softer: You're serious. "I'm always serious." --- That night, I prepared for the trial. Not with blades—with meditation. I sat in the center of our camp, eyes closed, breathing. The Shepherd's voice was quiet. The Breaker relies on strength. He doesn't think. He doesn't plan. He just attacks. How do I beat him? You can't. Not with strength. You have to outthink him. Tire him out. Make him angry. He makes mistakes when he's angry.

I asked playfully. “Not really,” he answered, drawing the last of the curtain. “My boss gave me a two-week break. After how tough my last job was, he thinks I need some kind of rest.” I made a beeline to him and wrapped my arms around his waist as he finished with the curtains, burying my face against his muscular back. “But that’s not fair,” I complained, my voice muffled in his back. “It should be at least two and a half months. Two weeks are barely enough for me.”

There was no mistaking - they could only mean Gavin and Vivian. "Of course he's attentive—Mrs. Clarke's finally giving him an heir. The Alpha's assembled a whole team of specialists at her slightest discomfort." That sounded like a joke. Gavin treated Vivian like royalty while I remained the forgotten Luna, left to fend for myself. After two uneventful nights, the doctors finally let me go. When I walked out of the hospital gate, my first destination was the Pack Council to collect the Bondbreak Certification. This proof is a manifestation of the dissolution of our mate bond. By the time he opened that envelope, I'd already be in Switzerland.

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

“Now spill.” My hand flew to the bridge of my nose, pinching hard enough to leave a mark. Maybe if I focused on the pain, I could ignore her. “We didn’t break up,” I growled. “There was nothing to break up. It was... transactional.” Victoria’s grin widened. “Oh, transactional. Sounds fancy. What were you, His sugar baby?” I glared at her so hard I thought she might burst into flames. “It’s none of your business.”

Asking for more. Jeremy broke the kiss, his breath a raw shudder. "I have to ask you this" he said. His voice sounded hoarse and he still held her. "Do you love me?" Do you still love me? Say it! Say it!" Jeremy demanded. Penny broke away from him with a last effort gathered from the remnants of her waning strength. She gathered herself quickly, straightening her shoulders and nodding even though her breath came in gasps and her lips stung from his kiss. She walked unsteadily across to the window and stood staring out into the darkness... Her back towards him.

A sharp crack broke the silence in the living room. The bracelet hit the hard marble floor, and the gem shattered into pieces. At that instant, everything around me stood still. I stared at the broken pieces on the floor, my mind going blank. Susan shrieked and took a step back. Jason swiftly grabbed Susan's hand and anxiously checked the back of her hand and her calves. "Did you get cut by the shards? Does it hurt?" He was finally relieved after making sure that Susan wasn't hurt. He turned around and stared at me, frozen in place, my face pale.