The Break Book Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

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-"

Chapter 7: The Breaking Point The weekend dragged like a shadow, each hour heavy with the weight of Mom's overheard confession. I avoided her eyes over breakfast, picking at toast while she chattered about her shift schedule, her voice too bright, too normal. The apartment felt smaller, the walls pressing in with unspoken accusations. Richard's infidelity ploy, her resentment toward Marcus—it all looped in my mind, twisting the narrative I'd clung to. Was she the villain now, her warnings a shield for her own shattered dreams? Or was I grasping at straws to justify the pull toward Marcus, the forbidden ache that had only grown since the HR storm?

I answer him with the only way I can as I stand on my toes and press my lips against his. Three months later. Breaking Through The Darkness has reached 20 million copies sold worldwide. It embodies the life of a non-fiction author, Julie Saint Matthews and her struggle with depression and loss.

Her black eyes were shining with determination. "I know Em." ' She nodded. "So what now?" I asked. Emily smirked and looked at the book thrown on the floor. "First, we are going to read a story named, 'Myth of The Broken Throne'."

Hiiii. Blue Haze here. When I started this book, I had no clue where it would drag me — or how deep I’d fall with it. The fact that my first step into this chaos found even a shred of success? Still shocking. But none of it would’ve meant anything without every single one of you. The story isn’t over. There will be a Book Two — and no, I still don’t know if Myles is breathing or rotting (but if you’ve made it this far with me😏, you know hope is a dangerous thing).

Hello, readers This is Zhen Xin Xin, the author of Breaking Free from the Billionaire. First, thank you so much for reading my book. I am enjoying writing this story as this is my first time writing in Billionaire genre. But my health has not been good recently, so it is difficult for me to update regularly like many other authors. So this month, I decided to take a break. I will be back soon with more chapters as soon as I get better. Thank you for your support. Please leave a comment, like, share, and your support if you want me to update as much as possible. I will gladly update this story sooner if you are doing so.

“A woman doesn’t tell her secrets….not even to her favorite son.” NOTE: hi this is the author again. Since this book would be coming to an end soon. I’ll be taking a month break because of school before starting my new book. So please check out the READOMO app and check for my book called ‘The Alpha’s secret babies.’ Thank you.

I could never be better, no matter how much I try. "I need to go," He said from beside me. "Bookworm." Twisting my head, I peered at him. "Take care, and stop those thoughts we need to break up." He stood up and bent in front of me. "You told me to not back down, don't you dare back down. It'll pass away, okay? Just give it time." Leaning up, he kissed my forehead. I shut my eyes tightly. "Divert your mind. It helps."

“I sound crazy, right?” Charles’s face softened, and he shook his head. “Not at all. I’ve heard stranger things. Can you show me—let’s see if we can prompt them.” Solo nodded, focusing on her belly as she spoke. “All right, my little angels,” she said to the twins. “Would you like Uncle Charles to read you a bedtime story later?” Nothing happened. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft sound of nature in the background. Charles waited and watched with skepticism and curiosity. But then, just as they both began to think nothing would happen, one twin gave a slight kick, almost as if he were acknowledging the question.