Novel & Cerita The Broke God

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."

I began, steadying my voice, “there must be another way to form an alliance. I am willing to give you anything in return for your favor. Please consider another option.” He smirked, a chilling curve of his lips that radiated smugness. The confidence of his divine status cloaked him like an impenetrable armor. “Listen, goddess,” he said, his tone dripping with condescension. “I am not just any god—I am the God of Destruction, the force that ends worlds and rebuilds them anew. There is nothing you possess that I lack or desire—except one thing.” I stiffened as he stepped closer, his dark eyes gleaming with a predatory intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.

And yet— As she lay there in the dark, Orion’s arms around her, the den sleeping, the forest breathing, the Goddess very much *there* even in Her strain, Luna understood something she had not before: Broken did not mean ended. Cracked did not mean useless. It meant exposed. It meant ripe for new shapes. She had been broken once. More than once. She had thought each shatter was the end. It had been, each time, a doorway. “Fine,” she whispered into the dark. “Show me, then. I will watch. I will listen. I will not rush. But when it is time to move, I will not look away.” In the distance, beyond sight, the vast, wounded face of the Moon turned a fraction.

And in that instant, I understood fully, with every pulse of my blood, that nothing in the world, no king, no priest, no god, could command me again. The Moon recoiled one final time, a soundless scream that shook the heavens and fractured light across the sky. I could feel the trembling of reality beneath me. Laws were broken. Chains were snapping. Obedience was crumbling. I had become a myth in motion. And the final truth sank into me with ice and fire combined: I had broken divine law. Not slowly. Not secretly. Not by accident. But openly, publicly, irrevocably. And the world, the gods, and the kings would remember it forever.

His voice echoed throughout the hall, draining all color from his father’s face. “Damn it!” Leo roared before rushing out. I watched his hurried retreating figure, the corner of my lips curling upward. “Game over, Alexander. From now on... I’m the one controlling this game.” “Are you satisfied with this gift?”

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

She craved to know that. All her life, happiness came in fragments whereas pain was like an abundant sea, always knocking her down under its waves. Still she never felt her faith wavering in her God. Her God is watching over her and this sole fact empowers her like nothing. She wakes up every day, smiles through life and sleep, knowing she is not alone. This is why, she always come to his sanctuary whenever she feels down and defeated. And today was one of those days. This is the only place where she can be herself; that is broken and miserable.

“I searched for her. I searched for the bracelet. I knew something terrible had happened, even if I couldn’t remember clearly. I regretted it. I hated the man I was that night.” He looked up at his grandfather, eyes full of agony. “But knowing now… knowing that I broke her—the woman who became my peace—” his voice broke completely. “I don’t think I can survive that.” Mr. Salvador stood slowly and walked to him. He placed his hands on James’s shoulders. “My son,” he said gently, “what you did was wrong. Deeply wrong.” James nodded desperately. “I know.” “But you are not the same man,” Mr. Salvador continued. “Grief, alcohol, and loneliness do terrible things to people. It does not excuse the