Their Beautiful Broken Queen Novels & Stories

Her tone trembled. Selena, driven by her wicked nature, showed no mercy. With a swift movement of her hand, she pushed Faith forcefully, causing her to stumble backward. As her body lost balance, Faith collided with the shards of the broken vase, the sharp fragments tearing through her delicate skin. Pain shot through Faith's body as she fell to the ground, the broken vase now a cruel bed beneath her. The surrounding workers gasped in horror, their eyes widening with shock at the queen's callous actions. Even they didn't expect this harsh treatment even though they didn't like Faith. Some were torn between rushing to Faith's aid and fearing the queen's wrath, while others struggled to contai

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

“I broke it. I..” “Bonds cannot be severed by words,” the Queen said sharply. “Not true ones. Not fated ones.” The heat surged, curling low in my belly, dragging a moan from my throat. Roses began to cry in the Queen’s arms, and I reached for her desperately, clinging even as my body betrayed me. “Hold on,” the Queen whispered, though even she looked shaken. “It will pass—”

The prisoner grits his teeth, blood pouring down his wrist, and I swear for half a heartbeat, the stone itself hisses like it’s tasting his rage. When he lifts his head, there’s blood running from his palm, dripping off his knuckles, but he’s grinning. A feral broken thing too wild for any cage. His voice is rough and barely more than a whisper. “Queen indeed.” The runes on the floor flare briefly and hungrily as if answering, and deep in my chest, beneath the wreckage of bone, blood, and rage, something smiles back. Queen. What a pretty fucking word for a creature too broken to bow and too bloody to crown. If this is a throne, it’s built from bone and betrayal, and I’ll tear down anyone who

And then—she dropped me. I hit the ground with a brutal thud, pain splintering through my body. A groan tore from my throat as I curled onto my side, coughing, gasping for breath. Every inhale scraped like knives against my ribs. The Queen crouched beside me, her face level with mine. Her beauty was almost unbearable up close. Ageless, fierce, flawless. Eyes that could command kingdoms. A smile that could promise either salvation or destruction. “If you know what is good for you,” she whispered, her tone deceptively soft, “you’ll speak.”

Just like the other one beside it. I scoff under my breath, letting the bottle clink against the table as I set it back down. I should feel triumphant. I should feel whole. But as I stare at the shattered remain s of my life I crashed, at the man who once promised me forever, at the woman who stole my life— All I feel is the bitter taste of something unfinished.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

She’s a mess of sweat and tears and mine, and I’m drunk on it. I shift my grip, sliding one hand up the slick curve of her spine, feeling her tremble under my palm. Then both of my hands wrap around her throat from behind, fingers collaring her, possessive, claiming. I pull, slow and deliberate, arching her back until her bound arms are stretched taut and her chest lifts off the bed. Her head falls back against my shoulder, hair sticking to her tear-streaked cheeks, eyes glassy and wild. “Look at you,” I rasp, lips brushing the shell of her ear, voice raw with reverence and ruin. “My perfect little broken queen. You come so fucking pretty when you’re destroyed.”

“I’ve seen plenty of rogues. She’s not one of them.” I knew that already. My gaze shifted back through the glass, landing on her. Selene. Sitting upright in the bed, silent but aware. Her aura rippled faintly, like a storm gathering behind calm eyes. She was still pale, still broken… but there was steel in her spine. She was more than just some runaway. “Fine,” I muttered. “Show her around. Let her get her bearings.” I turned away, the weight of my own thoughts dragging at me.

we corrected. "That seems—" "Impossible?" we offered. "I was going to say perfect." We smiled. Because she was right. After everything—the deaths, the cosmic trials, the mergers and separations, the battle against parasitic divinity—we had earned this. The chance to exist freely. To choose each other every day instead of being bound by cosmic mandate. To build something beautiful from chaos. "The Broken Crown returns," Queen Elara said, approaching with tears on her face. "But different now. Separate. Is the bond—"