Made To Be Broken - The Boston Hawks Hockey Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

I didn't ask for anything that wasn't rightfully mine, but I made damn sure to get everything that was. I glanced at Zachary beside me, he looked completely broken. Anxious. Defeated. Nothing like the confident man I'd married. "Ella, is this really it for us? No second chances?" "That's right. We're done." I studied his face, remembering how nervous he'd been when he first asked me out all those years ago. But I wasn't that starry-eyed girl anymore. A cracked mirror can never reflect a perfect image again. Zachary and I—our story had reached its final page.

We stopped looking over our shoulders for the next attack. Margaret's manipulation? Over. Custody battle? Won. Business rivals? Defeated. Public scandal? Survived. Family division? Healing. We could finally focus on future instead of surviving present. March brought Alex's biggest hockey game of the season. Championship. His team had worked hard all year. We all went. Emma. Me. Sarah. Jessica and her family. My father. And Margaret. We sat together in the stands. Not separated by old grievances. Just family watching a kid play hockey.

Alexis said pouring me a cup of coffee. "Be careful baby. " Breakfast was very nice, I really ate to my utmost satisfaction. After breakfast, we all went to the movies and watched 'Dora and the lost city of gold', the movie was really nice and funny because animals were talking and that didn't make any sense but it felt like what Rosie would like. Through out the movie I felt like I was forgetting something and it kept bothering me because I hardly forgot things that are important and I felt like what I was forgetting was important. My hangover had already gone so I was really happy all day, after the movie we got ice creams and went to the park. When we got there the kids went to play then

Going back to the way we used to be means sleeping with him, and I won't dare to do such a thing, especially now that I know I'm someone else's. "Alpha... Let's break up," I know this is coming too suddenly, but this is the only thing I can do to make things right. I didn't think of it before I spill those words, but I know I won't have any regret if I do that. It's what I really have to do if I want to make things right, anyway...

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

“You lost the bet, didn’t you? Trying to see if I was an easy catch. Must’ve been fun explaining that to your girlfriend. Although Cherry only has about two brain cells rattling around up there, so maybe she didn’t mind.” I managed to get myself on my feet. Matt’s smirk faltered, just for a second. “Watch it dork, your walking on thin ice.” I stepped closer, glaring up at him. “And don’t you ever get tired of playing with the same toy, Matt? You’re Matthew Brown, ‘the’ Matthew Brown. You’ve got money to burn. Surely you can afford a better target than me. Or did you go broke?” Jake stepped forward. “What did you just say?”

The referee dropped the puck, and the game began in a flurry of movement. The rink was alive with the sound of skates slicing through the ice and the clatter of sticks colliding. Enzo and Matt worked together to create a fast break, passing the puck back and forth as they advanced down the ice. The opposing team's defense swarmed around them, trying to block their path, but Enzo's size and strength proved too much to handle. With a powerful shot, he sent the puck flying past the goalie and into the net.

A man, standing in a busy street, throws a Molotov cocktail into an oncoming car's window. Janice could now tell the walls had been covered with sheets of thick plastic and an unseen projector was throwing up images on every possible surface. The air was full of noise, a dirty, toothache inspiring static that swelled to a volume which Janice feared would do permanent damage to her inner ear. If I ever get out of here… Janice thought to herself. A 50s era rock band plays in a diner, a group of teenagers dancing before them. A butcher, dressed in full protective gear, cuts into a hooked cow carcass.

she said but I couldn't move my leg I'm going to hawk for her? For what reason? Are you deaf? I said Go!" She shout making me to shiver from where I was standing "Yes Ma " I answered crying again running to my room