Queen Of A Broken Heart Novels & Stories

Before long, the sounds coming from the footage made it impossible to misunderstand what had happened. "Oh my god… No wonder Rose wanted to break up. Mr. Smith cheated!" "I knew there was something off about Sheila. She really is the other woman!" "That's disgusting. Doing something like that in the lab? How am I supposed to work here now? I feel sick…"

“Do you regret it, child? The choice you made—abandoning the world of flesh, leaving behind your mate, your other half?” A ripple distorts the misty ground before them, and a mirror of light rises, suspended in the air. Within it, the mortal realm flickers into view: the King. Mighty, indomitable, yet now broken, slumped in grief. His great shoulders shake, his hands claw at the earth, his howl of agony shaking the very foundations of the palace. The Queen’s lips part, her throat tight, her body aching to reach through that veil and touch him. She stares, long and hard, her hands curling into trembling fists. But when she speaks, her voice is steady, resolute.

Now, the massive mahogany table was still covered in her plans, in the samples of lace and the swatches of color for a wedding that would never happen, for a life that was now a bitter, cruel joke. I picked up a piece of creamy cardstock, an invitation, and my hand was perfectly steady, my expression perfectly blank. Inside, my soul was not screaming, nor was it crying, it was just… gone. There was nothing left but a cold, hollow, and endless void, a black hole where my heart used to be. She had not just broken my heart, she had taken it with her, leaving only the ashes of the man I had foolishly allowed myself to become. The King of Ashes was back on his throne, and his reign would be one o

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

“She is no ordinary person. She is special, a soul we have awaited for thousands of years. And she’s here, now, in my realm and at my mercy.” Her laugh tinkled as she stood and Freya cried out with pain. Adrian had never seen her like this, so broken, in so much pain. “What have you done to her?” He whispered with horror and the queen smiled. “Your lover here is reliving her worst nightmares. No matter how strong you are, there are some nightmares with the power to break you. I will break her, and then she will be mine to use.”

He was having just as hard a time as CC. “You ungrateful child! Do you wish to know the truth about your precious brother?! About your pathetic father?!” She was past the point of return now, a broken woman who had nursed a broken heart, probably from very early on in her marriage. Perhaps Queen Mary had always needed to say the words, have them be heard, have the injustice done on her be rectified. But she was the queen, the mother of a future king, and sacrifices had to be made. Today, though, as she told her story, she was simply a broken-hearted young woman.

She said as I felt my heartache. "We all know that she is the only child of the neighboring kingdom, not only was she brought up in a castle without the closure of men. She didn't have direct contact with them. When she came here you gave her the freedom that she could only dream of having. She saw many different types of men and she just couldn't resist." She said as I clenched hands in fists. "Shut up." I whispered in a husky voice. "I'm trying to make you see beyond her innocent pretense Henry. The queen does not only disrespect you, she acts like she has you in the palm of her hand." She said loudly.

“You are not nothing, Queen. You are Wilberforce’s daughter. You are the woman I want for my son. But if you keep pushing him… if you force his hand now, you will lose him for good. Do you understand me?” Queen slumped back on her heels, her mascara-streaked face turned away as she stared at the expensive rug beneath them. The silence stretched, the old clock ticking steadily behind them. She sniffled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand like a child. “He is… he is breaking me, Lady Frances,” she whispered. “I have come too far. I can’t lose him. I won’t.” Lady Frances stroked her hair once more, her sigh low and almost sad.

Or I will unmake you here, as I unmade her. The words sliced through her like a knife. As I unmade her. Was that true? Had the Queen truly been broken here, in this very vault? Was this the heart she had surrendered? The pendant flared again, flooding her vision with light. Images struck her in a rush—fragmented visions, pieces of a memory not her own. The Queen kneeling before the throne. The crown pressing into her brow. Her eyes blazing with power—and then dimming, surrendering to the weight of the shadow.

“My Queen, there is a new mark on the leyline sky.” Sirelia’s voice trembled. “Whose?” The answer was death, falling soft and final. “Seren.” Sirelia faced her shattered mirror. Not cracked. Not splintered. But broken. A new name had entered the world. And it did not bow. The Breaker Queen had been born.