Malakai Heartbreak High Novels & Stories

"A safeguard against the strength of their love. If they chose each other above all else, their bond would be unbreakable. But if doubts crept in, the pendant would shatter, symbolizing the fragility of their relationship." I clutched the broken half tighter. "So, the fact that it's broken now..." Morana interrupted, "Means your love is being tested. But it also means there's hope. If you can find the other half and mend it with genuine intent, your bond can still be saved." "But why can't I remember any of this?" I questioned, feeling overwhelmed. "Why does it feel like I'm hearing a fairy tale?" She gave a sad smile. "Because, dear Elain, your memories were sealed."

The thing about heartbreak was you can’t see anyone other than the person that had hurt you. You can’t see how someone else looks at you because you’re blinded by the pain and betrayal from the past. You looked at everyone like they’re out to get you. Life becomes a series of black and white. Right and wrong. Good and bad. It’s bleak, lonely, and sad. Laughter becomes fleeting and happiness seems nonexistent. And though you appreciate the company and support the wound was still there. Someone may fill up the gap but it doesn’t heal the wound from the past.

I had no answer to her question. "Will you sulk over your heartbreak like you did with Paula and drink your sorrows away?" She asked. "I don't know to be honest. I just hope I will never fall in love again with anyone. Because I seriously don't want my heart to break again. The pain is real and intense, just knowing that the one person you love is smiling because of another, is shattering." I whispered. "Then how about you invite her to stay with us in the palace?" She asked surprising me.

"It's been a month but I didn't know you were still so angry with me? Maybe you still love me until now." "Where did you get the thickness of your face, Kevyn? You should be ashamed of yourself, you are too airy to be out of place. Maybe I loved you back then because I still made you feel good back then, but now? Not anymore. I I'm really stupid because I loved someone like you and that's what I regretted. And since we broke up I realized that you're not a loss because you're worthless." I promised before going inside.

“All of you will address her as your Luna. None of you are to call her Mia. The reason I brought Mia back to the castle this time is to let you all know who your Luna is.” Liam stared at me and said, “Mia, I’ve been looking for you for seven whole years. And you went and became someone else’s mate behind my back? Back then, I only said I would give you $50 to plan our honeymoon as a test. But you just broke up with me and vanished. How could you do this to me?” I glanced at Alex. His face turned dark. He was clearly getting angry.

She nodded in satisfaction, then leaned in and kissed him again. "We're going to survive this," she whispered against his lips. Malakai looked at her with a look that said he wanted to believe that more than anything. "...Yeah," he breathed. But his hand tightened just slightly around her. Because he knew something she didn't. Time was running out. ... Malakai couldn't sleep. The pain had returned with a vengeance. A deep, crushing ache that radiated from his chest through his ribs and into his back, sharp enough to steal his breath. Every heartbeat felt labored, every inhale more painful.

Continuing to climb, and panting, she added, Besides, he’s done it before. “What do you mean?” she asked quickly. Talia smirked on seeing her interest. “Relax. Nothing to get wound up about. You’re a single girl,” she said cheekily, unearthing a beast inside Irene that wanted to shove her off the stairmaster. But she was right, she didn’t want to be in a relationship like that any longer. And she didn’t need jealousy mixed in. She needed a break. “I’m not upset,” she said, hoping she was convincing.

It stitched the fractured remnants of his soul back together, replacing his long-festering bitterness with a profound, hollow, yet healing peace. Malakai knew he would never rule. He knew he would always be a part of Navarien now, his identity permanently intertwined with the primordial king, a secondary current in a massive ocean. But as he watched the little orphan girl cradled safely in Riheirk's massive arms below, and saw the green leaves bursting from the ancient bark, he realized he didn't mind. The resistance inside him was entirely gone.

I turned around slowly, trembling from the cold and the sheer terror of what was happening. Malakai stood at the top of the courtyard steps. He had discarded his obsidian mask, leaving his handsome, aristocratic face fully exposed to the elements. The rain swept through his dark hair, plastering it against his forehead, but he didn't look bothered. He looked like a god of ruin. His dark eyes, which had held me with such fierce passion just days ago, were completely blank. Dead.

My heart began to hammer against my ribs, a dark, dangerous heat blooming deep within my stomach as I stared into his eyes. "Tristan thinks he is safe behind his wooden gates in the south," Malakai continued, his thumb dragging slowly over my jawline, pressing hard enough to turn the skin white. "He thinks he can send little messages across the border to hurt your feelings while he lies in your old bed. But he does not understand what he has unleashed." "What are you going to do, Malakai?" I asked, my voice low, steady, and completely stripped of any lingering weakness. A slow, lethal smile spread across Malakai’s rough features, showing the tips of his elongated fangs in the morning light.