The Break Book Novels & Stories

The room erupted into warm, sincere applause. "This book is more than a stunning visual document," Marcus continued, looking out over the crowd. "It is a testament to the power of courage, truth, and unconditional love. It shows us that no matter how dark the scandal or how painful the journey, love has the power to heal every scar." Marcus turned toward the side of the stage. "Please welcome the artist, Ethan Vance." The applause grew louder and warmer. Ethan took a slow breath. He felt Adrian’s large hand give his back a gentle, reassuring press.

When I woke up, my first instinct was to reach out to see if he was beside me. The bed was empty. My heart sank again I checked my phone. No messages or missed calls. I called him three times and each call went straight to voicemail. Did he really take the break seriously? Was I truly alone now? The questions haunted me. Will I ever be happy? Am I making the right decision? Bringing my babies into this complicated world…was it selfish? Maybe Rolex was right. Maybe the only way to keep them safe was to never bring them into this life at all.

Claire Hart used to believe love meant staying. Staying through disappointment. Staying through silence. Staying even when her presence felt optional. But healing had changed something inside her. Now, when peace entered a room, she noticed it immediately. And right now, sitting across from Aaron in a quiet bookstore café, peace surrounded her gently. “You’re thinking too hard again,” Aaron said, sliding a cup of coffee toward her. Claire blinked, pulled from her thoughts. “Was it obvious?”

Zaviers hand went to his shoulder right when he went to stand up. I quickly turned around and power walked to the book because I could feel the need radiating off of him. Blake was looking at me with a soft smile that had me smiling more. I quickly looked throught the pages until I stopped on the page that read. 'Broken souls.' I wouldve been confused if I hadnt passed soul breaker a few pages back. I rubbed my hand over the page and watched as a gold ribbon slowly came out of the book. The ribbon twirled around Blake in a graceful manner. The ribbon slowly attacted itself to his body. "I cant move." Blakes panicked tone had me praying that this was right.

I know it's not healthy, but it's a gimmick I can't ignore. The title is: Randomness: tales of an ordinary girl. HM, OK. Let's go. “I'm Moniquinha, an ordinary girl. Even if you don't relate, it's okay. You may be an exception, a bright person, a special girl. And that's the amazing thing about it all: being different. Because, like I said, I'm pretty ordinary. And from the height of my normality, this book of randomness was born. Small texts, from short stories to chronicles, with experiences and bitterness; reflections and hope.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

My desktop screen glowed quietly in front of me. I tried focusing. Tried pretending I was just another employee working an ordinary job. But every small movement reminded me otherwise. The sting on my skin from Laney’s slap earlier. The missing piece beneath my dress. The memory of Romane’s eyes watching me from that jewellery store. God. I pressed my fingers against my temple tiredly. What was happening to my life? I felt not in control anymore after a very long time. My marriage was cracking apart in silence. Laney was becoming more possessive by the day. And somehow Romane had suddenly reappeared after years like a ghost refusing to stay buried.

Thank you so much for reading "Broken Nightmare"! The second book will be out in about April of 2021 and I can't wait to share it with you. Here is a sneak-peek so you can take a look! Chapter 1 I woke slowly with my head pounding, feeling very disoriented. It was pitch black in my room as I opened my eyes. I reached over to turn my bedroom lamp on, but felt nothing. Where was my lamp? And then it all came back flooding to me. Liam kidnapped. Claire and the pack missing. The imprint.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

Grace I really thought I'd be motivated, but as soon as Charles left me alone with the books, that deep sense of resistance hit me again. I pulled the open book back toward me. It was a huge, thick thing. There were no diagrams, no charts, just pages and pages of words. My head was starting to hurt, and I rubbed my eyes. This was ridiculous. I was thirty years old, and here I was, acting like I was in high school, hating my English homework all over again. I pouted, listening to the sound of Eason and George coming back. Eason was laughing, his voice carrying down the hallway. He sounded happier than I think I had ever heard him. He came down the hallway. "Still at it?" Eason asked. I waved