The Broke God Novels & Stories

​My mind screamed the truth, fast and clear, shattering my fear and replacing it with a cold, terrifying calculation: The crippling injury is a lie. ​Alpha Ronan Thorne, the terrifying Night God, was not broken. He was pretending.

“You think you’re not good enough for him? I think you’re incredible. You’re brilliant. The second Godbreaker blows up nationally, you’re getting named Lead Designer. How is that not good enough?” “But you’re the one who actually built Godbreaker! I’m just your assistant. I can’t take credit for that.” “What about the fact that you personally run a team of a hundred-plus people, pull six figures on your own, and you’re sharp and kind? How does any of that make you ‘not enough’?” “There’s a hundred people like that. Six figures still makes me an employee. He needs someone from his own world. What am I supposed to bring to that, code? Mini-games?”

Three years ago, Isabella Moretti was the sole heir to the Moretti family, the most powerful of New York's five crime families. She was supposed to inherit the Moretti name and most of the business flowing through New York Harbor. A Mafia shootout changed everything. To save her husband, Matteo De Luca, she deliberately drew the enemy away from him. Matteo got out. But Isabella was shot in the shoulder and captured by the kidnappers. They wanted information about Moretti operations. For three years, they tortured her to get it. She was carrying Matteo's child at the time. She did not know she had already been written off. She kept believing the husband she loved would come for her. The truth

Zavier asked slowly. The God chuckled and took a small step forward so that his moccasins showed. "Klaus is more powerful than you know. Fortunately Alexander has Mazayas power so he can break the path." The God stated. The anger that was building subsided a little. "How does he break the path?" Zavier asked quickly. The God of fate bent over and picked something off the floor before looking at me without showing his face. "He just has to do what is right." The God of fate stated as he stood up straight and walked forward.

“You don’t get to take her.” He dropped to his knees, his palms pressed to the blood-soaked earth. “I’ll burn your heavens,” he whispered. “I’ll damn your light. I’ll drag you from your stars if that’s what it takes.” Then he lifted his gaze to the sky again—and smiled. A broken, haunted, beautiful smile. “Because she’s mine.” The shadows roared to life again. Magic surged through him, consuming everything in its path. The ground split open beneath him, revealing the old seal that had once bound the divine realm and the mortal world apart. A seal only a god—or a monster—could break.

He said my name and still gave her what used to be mine. And I watched it all. I watched her hands where mine used to rest. Her lips on skin that once belonged to me. And I broke. Goddess, I broke. I broke like glass being thrown against stone shards, flying in every direction, slicing through everything I had left, and I had no control over it. Every part of me begged for it to stop. But it didn’t. I thought dying would be the worst thing that ever happened to me. But I was wrong.

Nobody looked at me with disgust. Nobody called me names. I stared blankly at the empty road. Was this how it ended? Not with betrayal. Not with blood. Not with death. Just... A misunderstanding. One sentence. One look. One accusation. And everything we had built collapsed. A weak laugh escaped my lips. It sounded hollow. Funny. I had survived hunger. Violence. Loss. Loneliness. Yet the one thing that truly broke me... ...was seeing disappointment in the eyes of the man I loved.

Caius said. “He used to ignore me for days,” I said. I felt a hot tear run down my face. “He wouldn't even say my name. He’d just point at the floor when he wanted it cleaned. He didn't hit me. He just made me feel like I was made of glass and already broken.” “He was a weak Alpha,” Caius said. “Weak men try to feel big by making others small.” “And what are you?” I asked. “You killed everyone. Is that what strong men do?”

She even secretly nudged Kobe for backup. “Come on Jada, let’s go out tonight!” the man chimed in. “No, thanks! You know I don’t like going out when I’m here,” eyeing Honey for help. “You mean you came back some time ago?” Kobe asked. Jada nodded at him and he frowned, turning to Honey and creasing his forehead at her. “You guys broke up at that time!” she said immediately to defend her friend. "You came back without letting me know? I thought we were friends. I thought I was your second BFF?” he stated dramatically.

"Ezra..." In the dream, I pushed in, thrusting deep and filled him. Bred him. Pumped my seed inside until it dripped out. Marked him. Owned him. His body shook under me. Hands clawing the sheets. But he pushed back—fuck, he pushed back wanting more. I wanted to break him. In the dream. In real life. Bend him until he knelt. Breed him until he worshipped and called me god. I stroked harder, my fist tight and balls drawing up. I imagined pinning him down, spreading his legs wide and fucking him raw. Until he bled. Until he cried. Until he begged for my cum. "Breed me," he'd say. "Make me yours."