Their Beautiful Broken Queen Novels & Stories

A man on the boat reached out his hand to help me up. His face was hidden in shadow, but I could see a scar running down his cheek. I watched the flames and bid farewell to my former self. From this moment on, there was no more Serena Ferrari. From now on, I would become my own queen.

“A much-loved king, with years of experience behind him. His people touch the ground he has walked on, pressing their fingertips into the dirt if only to catch an inkling of his power. But the king is cursed.” As she spoke, she eyed the bridge they had come to a halt upon. Though they were up a tree, it wasn’t as high as where the Hall of Thunder had been. The first bridge they’d crossed had followed a gradual decline, and – though it would hurt like hell – Lily thought she’d survive the fall.

Danica POV Angels lips were so pinned together I thought she would be stuck like that forever. No one had ever talked to her like that. No One. She was Queen Bee everywhere she stepped. And yet, Dmitry made her feel smaller than an ant and I could tell she didn’t like it. As for me, I somehow found myself not liking it either. She was staring at him but I knew her anger would be aimed at me tomorrow. Satisfied with her silent compliance, Dmitry took the dresses from my hand and shoved them into her arms. “Now do your job and bring us some new, crisp dresses.”

She wished Reyes could see the beauty in her shades of grey as he wanted her to see the reds, oranges and yellows of his sunset. "You see the colours?" he asked. "Si, Reyes, I see them through your eyes," she told him. He used her hair to tilt her head to the side and pressed the brand into her neck. She breathed deep, taking the pain into her soul, knowing Reyes had her. Siempre. Forever; the king and his scarred queen. END OF BOOK ONE

So she had watched us grow up into the force we are now. "You know I wish you would give that poor boy a break. You guys use to be so close before.." Her words broke off and I saw some tears in her eyes. She took my hand in hers. "Just try and give him a break will ya. You both have been through alot and I know he cares for you." How could I not give in a little to this sweet woman.

I hiss, stepping in front of her. “I- Forgive us, Blessed One,” she lowers her head to the ground, stretching her arms out further in front of her. “Not what I asked,” irritation coats my words, “who ordered the death of my mate?” I snarl, feeding off the fear-induced aroma wafting through the room. “It was I,” the Queen brazenly whispers with remorse. I raise my blood stained shoe, place it over the top of her bony knuckles and twist it until I hear the satisfying sound of her bones crunching as they break. She screams in agony, trying to pull her hand out from under my foot, and I twist it the other way.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

he reveals, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. My reaction is immediate, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected twist in the night. Penelope, the revelation hangs in the air, and a surge of anticipation electrifies the atmosphere. The royal balls, as I affectionately call them, tighten in a blend of surprise and delight. Penelope, a hot mamasita, makes her presence felt in the grandeur of the elite club, an unexpected turn in the tapestry of the night's possibilities.

“But like a beautiful rose, we may be beautiful but we are also dangerous. We can hurt people with what we have, like thorns of a rose, but thorns can also protect us from the harm of the world.” “You know that I am going to be here, Your Majesty,” I said and smiled a little. “I wonder how many things you are going to say to me, Queen Jonah… or shall I say, Witch Queen Jenova?” She did not speak. Instead, she picked one strand of rose. The beautiful face was f the queen revealed in front of me, and her porcelain skin was glowing as ever. Her accessories were sparkling due to the light from the sun, and she looked expensive with her huge and elegant gown compared to me.

“You found something.” I nodded. “Liora admitted it. She drugged you, under orders.” “From who?” “Dreven.” Her breath caught. “One of your councilors?” “He believes you might be the Omega Queen from the old prophecy.” Her hands trembled. “So… this was a test?” “A twisted one,” I said. “And he failed it.” “I don’t feel like a queen,” she whispered. “I feel broken.” I leaned forward, taking her hands. “You feel broken because you were forged under fire. That doesn’t mean you aren’t powerful. It means you survived what was meant to kill you.”