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The longer you sulk, the sooner you’re caught. I cracked the first book open. Ancient ink, brittle parchment, faded sketches of sigils and family trees. Everything looked important. Aurelia would skin me alive if I brought the wrong scraps. I leaned close, torchlight spilling faint gold across the page. One phrase caught my eye, “The Blessing of the Broken Line.” My brows furrowed. I tore it carefully, folding it into my pocket. Another page, another sigil. Then another. I worked slow, patient, but every sound echoed like thunder, the scrape of parchment, the soft tear of paper fibers. My heart raced faster each time.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

“Music book? Where is it?” Deirdre didn’t have time to answer. She knelt on the ground and groped in its direction based on memory. Following her movements, Brendan saw the wooden music book, which was broken into two on the ground. He didn’t know what was so precious about it. However, when Deirdre touched it, she held it in her arms like a precious treasure. “No, it’s broken into two…” said Deirdre helplessly. After a while, she felt sluggish, let out a muffled cry, and hugged the book even tighter.

Nothing in this world matters. I scavenge. I attack. I kill. Day in. Day out. --- Most of the pages were missing. Destroyed by the weather… or by something else. I closed the book, my hands trembling. Then, suddenly, I threw it across the room. Damien barely ducked in time. "Iris, I didn’t know you went through so much." His voice was quiet, careful. "It seems like blacking out was a survival instinct for you. But now… we know what happens when you black out."

That the thing he had spent thirteen years and an incalculable amount of money and one daughter’s childhood keeping buried was no longer buried. I picked up my book. My hands were completely steady. Outside the library window the city moved in its indifferent, continuous way. The surface had cracked. Now we waited for the pieces to fall.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Her pity was a slap in the face, and I couldn’t hold back the tears as May led me away, my legs as weak as my hope. *** TWO MONTHS LATER The words of Hemingway echoed through the classroom. My voice had a steady rhythm against the silence. “The world breaks everyone, and afterward, many are strong at the broken places.” I looked up, meeting the eyes of my students, searching for understanding and connection. But the room was spinning, and the edges of my vision were darkening. The book trembled in my hands, the words blurring into a jumbled mess. “But those that will not break...” My voice faded, the sentence trailing into nothingness.

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

Ahead waited the life they had fought to protect: family, peace, laughter, and a child who knew nothing about the centuries behind her. Far beyond the palace, beneath a moonless sky, an unseen figure sat alone in a quiet room. An ancient book rested open before them. The Broken Crescent was carved into its cover. The figure's hand moved across the final page, stopping beneath a line that had been written only moments before. The unseen figure read the words once. Then again. A faint smile touched their unseen face. “They have found the first door.” The book closed. The room fell silent. “Now we wait.”

Everyone in the pack thought I was a gold digger. I was an outsider wolf with no family, yet Alpha Adrian had chosen me as his mate. His parents, friends, and even the elders insisted I wanted only his fortune and the title of Luna. Adrian alone believed me. Then, on the night of our mating ceremony, I asked him to lend me three hundred thousand dollars. From that night on, he was convinced I was vain and greedy, that the only thing I loved about him was the wealth he possessed as Alpha. When I begged him to attend my father's funeral, he sent me money. Six months ago, when I was diagnosed with wolfsoul degeneration, he believed I was just looking for an excuse to get money. The last time h