Their Beautiful Broken Queen Novels & Stories

Her heart-shaped lips are also puckered with annoyance. Yet there are remnants of previous smiles near her lips and eyes. Only one word knocks at the sane part of my brain for her. Beautiful. That petite-looking girl is genuinely beautiful and I don't think she has even killed an ant. I feel her getting somewhat frightened under my gaze and I feel a brief flash of pain shoot through my heart. She grips the hand of the person next to her. I look beside her and immediately recognize the boy as the precious quarterback whom coach Murphy and these hungry students adore so much.

I pleaded, tears flowing more from my eyes and my sobs grew louder. “Oh! The never dying plead speech of the captured. Please, stop doing that, I have already heard that so much I am already bored with it. But you are wrong, not everyone to take revenge on is dead. The King still exists. And you still exist. You are the one last thing that prevented me fro ever taking here away from this place. You are the one last thing that made all f that dreams break like glass. So, I will take you last.” I was stunned, I was frozen in place and paralyzed by what I was hearing. The Queen was capable of doing such atrocities all because she did not get what she wanted.

Her beauty, framed by this sleek attire, exuded an irresistible charm that captivated all who beheld her. Her black hair, held up by pins, was the same color as her dress, and her eyes were a sensual lore. When she walked up to him, linking her arm in his while he walked her up the terrace, I shut my eyes from the sight, the cold feel of the stem in my head keeping me sane from all of the pain tearing me to shreds, the stem snapped from the pressure of my grasp.

I tell her that this was the most difficult one and that there will be just two more steps and that I am confident she shall pass with ease. I did give her an advance and told her what the steps are. "The first and the most difficult step is rage, you needed to get out all the bad inside you so you can have room for the next step which is betrayal. You must betray one of your loved ones so you show that you will be capable of anything for your kingdom as its ruler. And the last step is having sex with your enemy and making him or her your submissive bitch. That will show your real strength. Once all steps will be complete, you will be able to remove your crown and I will know that you are re

If Grandma hadn't married him, today, she might be quietly living in a luxurious villa tending to her flower garden without having to worry about money for the rest of her life. Even after falling into this kind of miserable condition, grandma still maintained her graceful and wise nature. She lived well without ever troubling her granddaughter. But even though she seemed to be doing well all this time, Indira knew that her heart was actually broken by her husband's betrayal. The pain of betrayal and the huge changes in her life had damaged her mind and body, but she refused to show her sadness to Indira. Remembering what Arya Wiratama had said a week ago, Indira was getting impatient to sel

Her hair falling like a curtain on each side of her face. She opens her mouth and a seam of bees leaves her mouth, her tongue goes from pink to black, her nose and facial structure changes into the most horrific looking thing I’ve ever seen. “No one can save you.. not even your Precious Princess.” Morpheus snapped at her face, catching her by surprise. She falls back stumbling but still manages to stand on her feet. “I’ll just have to work harder than…..The longer you take to hand her over, the more packs lose their members.”

I see a figure float down before they stand before me. I bow my head almost instantly as I realise that I am in the presence of the Moon Goddess herself. "Rise my child." She says, her voice silky smooth. I do so immediately and I am entranced by her flawless beauty. Her stark white hair is in big curls and her gown is gorgeous. I can't even discribe it other then the fact that it closely resembles Elsa from Frozen's gown. This is unbelievable. "Believe it, darling." She says smiling at me. "You are here because you are to be the Queen of the Shifters. You are willing though you have doubts. Why is that?" She asks and I know she already knows the answer.

“You saw the threat. You hunted it. You exposed it. Today, you have earned not just my trust—but the court’s respect.” Elira faced the nobles, her voice quiet but unshaking. “I am Elira Stormfang. Once a servant. Once a ghost. Now a queen in all but name. And I will not be broken.” And no one—no one—dared to argue. ---

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

It swirls and dances around her, a tempest of shadows that threatens to consume everything in its path. But even in the midst of this devastation, there is a sense of tragic beauty to the queen's despair. It is a raw and primal emotion, powerful in its intensity, and it serves as a stark reminder of the depth of her love for her fallen mate. As the darkness swirls around them, Tonya and Alaric can only hope that one day, the queen will find peace and solace amidst the storm of her grief. But for now, they stand as silent witnesses to the overwhelming power of her sorrow, their hearts heavy with empathy and understanding.