The King Of Broken Hearts Novels & Stories

Alarico answered quickly, and the line cut dead. The phone slipped from Bruno’s hand and crashed against the table. With a snarl, he slammed his fist down, shattering glass, scattering files, and sending pens rolling to the floor. Rage boiled inside him like an untamed storm. He hated betrayers. To remain the King—the Ice King—he demanded loyalty. Absolute, unquestioning loyalty. Anything less was death. The door burst open. Scarlet rushed in, her face painted with concern. Her eyes widened at the sight of the chaos—the shattered glass, the overturned whiskey tumbler.

“Once. Now I’m just the reminder. The world breaks, girl. Over and over. You fix it, and it breaks again.” Marek dropped to one knee, head bowed. Fen didn’t kneel, but his jaw clenched. Cass looked away. Only Kael met the King’s eyes, unblinking. The King studied me. “You found your anchor. Good. But it won’t save you. Not from what’s coming.”

I look over to the man that she brought with her that is standing at arm’s length, “Who is this guy?” "Are you perhaps jealous?" "Me? Jealous? No such thing. The man shall take your heart and break it too easily." "Almost like you." Her words hit me and knock every reason to have felt an ounce from my chest. But I stop and think that this is such a truth that she speaks. I shall stick this ego where it belongs and take whatever needs to come to me; I am, after all, Hunter King, I will leave you with a broken heart faster than you will even feel it.

He was telling him that his agony was a necessary price for the stability of the crown. The shard of glass slipped from his fingers, clattering to the floor. The sob that tore from his chest was not the sound of a king. It was the sound of a man who had just had his heart ripped out, a raw, animalistic sound of pure, unadulterated agony. He collapsed forward, his forehead resting on the cold stone floor, his body wracked with a grief so immense it threatened to swallow him whole. He was a king, a powerful Lycan, and he was utterly, completely, and irrevocably alone. The game was over. And he had lost his mate, his heart, and his soul.

And thus, the echoes of their shattered love resonated through the halls, a haunting reminder of a bond broken and a king forever changed. Henry, donned in regal attire befitting his title as the Alpha King, strode purposefully through the corridors of his magnificent palace. His authoritative steps echoed through the grand halls, commanding attention from all who crossed his path. As he neared the section where his closest friend, Edward, awaited him, a shadow of annoyance darkened his features.

“Mother’s family, her noble clan, are the reason you’re on that throne. Without their support, you would still be an unloved prince, wallowing in obscurity.” The King’s hand trembles with rage as he picks up the nearest object—the photo frame that had been placed upside down. With a violent motion, he smashes it to the ground. Glass shatters, the sound echoing through the room. He looks down in anger, when suddenly, he freezes in shock. There, among the broken shards, is a photograph of a happier time. Micah, his mother, and the King himself, smiling together. The sight seems to momentarily deflate the King’s anger, replaced by a fleeting sadness and something breaks in my heart.

"I said crush, not that I have fallen in love with her. But I will treat her like a queen and make her not regret marrying her." "Oh, look who is talking; His wonders shall never end. You said you wouldn’t marry again and wouldn’t give your heart to any girl. But here you are promising a girl to treat her well. "Oh, what happened?" "I am not a fool to hold on to a rotten rope. No matter what I will marry, it is better to get over the past and move on to the future. Not all ground nuts are spoiled. Some are good, and others are spoiled. So I will have to try all waters to see which is cold and what is hot."

“It's clean and not poison. You need it for some strength. We don't want you dead as of yet.” I held the glass with my shaky hands and in an instant the glass fell to the floor shattering to pieces. I gasped and heard the man hiss out. “Damn woman. I told you the glass isn't poisoned but you didn't believe me and now you've broken one of my favorite glasses.”

Three years ago, the real daughter of the royal family had returned, and it had felt like everything had been slowly stolen from me. All the love that I had once had was then given to her, and although they still used to show that they cared about me, it had been obvious that love and care had begun to fade. It had not even taken long, and the girl had done something by accident…something that should have landed her in prison.

Zach looked like he'd been through hell and back, completely miserable. He was the heir to Sorensen Corporation, the golden boy who oozed confidence and charm. But it was like all that had disappeared overnight. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes bloodshot, and dark circles were under them. He looked like he'd just crawled out of a nightmare. Zach's voice was rough as he said, "Celia, I-I don't want a divorce." After a brief silence, he struggled to keep going. "I-I'll take responsibility for what happened with Shawn… and also for the unborn baby…"