The Break Novel Novels & Stories

This was the one that would break me. That was okay. I had no job, no friends, no love, nothing. I had a broken heart, I had rage, and I had the knowledge that she had damaged him, splintered him, shattered him, taken all the things that made him magical and crushed them. She had ruined Axel, my Axel, the man she was supposed to take care of and love and cherish because I couldn't, because he loved her, not me. I was going to fucking destroy Minah.

The library was silent, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of pages. I have always loved the hush of books, the way the world seemed to shrink to the space between the shelves. But tonight, the quiet felt different. I was shelving new acquisitions when I heard the soft click of heels on the polished wood. I turned, and saw Elena, the visiting author whose latest novel had captivated me more than I cared to admit. Elena’s eyes, dark and sharp, scanned the room before landing on me with an intensity that made my heart skip.

What secrets I don’t know, but she is. A broken person can always tell when someone else is broken. I am broken, and I can see it in her, too. The only reason I know her name is by accident. I heard one of her friends call for her. Gracie will see me sooner than she thinks. After being lost in my thoughts for a while, I head inside. “Hello, son. Did you have a good night? Did you stay out of trouble?” my mom asks, raising her brow at me.

He had crafted a three-year game of breaking bones and breaking hearts -- and in the end, the one whose pride was shattered, whose dignity was ground to dust, was himself. "Miss Holloway, it's cold out here. Please, get in the car." Pemberton held the door open for me with quiet deference. I pulled my gaze away. I didn't spare the dark shape at the end of the street another glance. I ducked into the warm, luxurious cabin. The door shut with a heavy thud. The black motorcade rolled over the fresh snow and carried on toward the gleaming heart of the city, leaving behind forever the legless beggar sobbing in the drifts.

I can't take it…" Sheila burst into tears. Andrew frowned as he comforted her in a low voice. Then he walked over to me, his expression icy. "Rose, you've gone too far. Sheila is a good girl. How could you spread rumors like that about her? "There's nothing going on between us. If you're willing to say anything just to break up with me, then I guess I really misjudged you. "What, you found a new job already? Or maybe you've found a new man too?" My temper snapped. I had not planned to deal with those two so soon, but they practically delivered themselves to me.

I accidentally called the archive. That, followed by a beep signaling the end of call. I mean, after two months I'm not surprised I get paid just to watch over harmless books like a guardian. I'm just really surprised a phone call finally came through—-it means they know I exist, I guess. I bring out my lunch from my bag to eat. After eating, I walk to one of the bookshelves on the right. The books, files...everything screams 'business.' I shake my head and my eyes land on the stash of files and numbered boxes lying in the far end. Immediately, the feel of boredom automatically replaces itself with excitement. I feel my lips curl into a smile and I run to the desk to grab my bag. I lick my l

How to move on from the past when it still made me scared? I was about to retreat to my room when I heard him, "Marry me then." Confused, I turned to find him on his knees, staring at me. "Marry me and then leave. You say I don't understand, then make me understand. Marry me and divorce me. Ruin me in thousand ways if you want. I don't care. Give me the biggest happiness I gave you and then shatter it." My phone slipped from my hands. "Do it. Ruin me. Break me." He diverted his gaze to the floor. "You've all right." How could I break someone who had become too much in my life? Had he gone mad? How could he even think I would marry and divorce him just for the fun of it?

"Wait, you refuse to live happily with someone you have feelings for just because you can't bring yourself to confront him and tell him about your feelings towards? And you expect to find true happiness? You are walking on the edge of a knife and are scared that if you take a risk for happiness, you might end up regretting it. Here is my advice to you, don't deny yourself happiness just because your are afraid to risk it. I want you to get close to the guy than ever before and when you feel the bond has had enough time to marinate, break the news to the guy without giving a care if he says no. But if he says yes, then you will get the love that you have longed for for so long."

I'm going to start working on rewriting Reid's book first. Just like book one (A Broken Alpha), Reid's book is in desperate need of some serious work. Follow me on my f a c e b o o k author page for updates on Harris's book, and the rewrite on Reid's book. It's under my pen name, Abigail Phillips, the profile picture is A Broken Alpha's cover. Books in timeline order, 1) Noah, an Omega's story 2) A Broken Alpha 3) Claudius, a Delta's Fight for Love

she said. The breeze intensified, becoming a gale that shook the house to its foundations. I could hear the sound of glass breaking, of furniture toppling over. I had never seen her act like this before. The ritual had always been quick and efficient. But now, something was different. Something was wrong. A feeling of unease began to build inside me, a sense of foreboding that I couldn't explain.