Yandere X Broken Reader Novels & Stories

Chapter 148 – The Broken Star’s Choice The broken star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its light a fractured mosaic of fading gold and encroaching shadow, each throb a heartbeat of anguish that threatened to unravel the tapestry of all creation. Jessica’s hollowness was a screaming void, her body bloodied and trembling, her glow extinguished as her future self loomed, radiant yet broken, her hollow eyes and chilling vow, “Your love will break you, Jessica.

The door bursts wide open, pulling me in with the cruel give of gravity. There she is, my Nina…leaning far back in her seat it just might break, sweat shimmering on her forehead as this bastard leans over her, close enough for his nose to brush the strands of her hair. I don't need to question my reality, to tell myself that what I'm seeing isn't real. THIS is Alex Cross. Even with all the noise, he chose this position. This message. “Get any closer and I'll break your fucking neck.” I hiss, pulse starting and stopping all over again as her eyes flick to me, hazel pools red rimmed.

Suddenly my body was healthy because the mental burden I felt was heavier than this minor physical pain. My heart is truly dead to him. I want to end this because readers are bored. I'm angry and happy in every chapter. Readers love plus-plus scenes and romantic ones. Unfortunately, I got a perverted superhuman who doesn't know, respects women. He only wins his face is handsome and white, that's all the rest is nonsense!

"I saw him this morning when I was gathering herbs with Elena near the northern edge. Just sitting there. Waiting." "Waiting for what?" "I don't know. Maybe for me to acknowledge him? To talk to him?" Aria rubbed her face in frustration. "I don't understand what he wants. He rejected me. I moved on. Why can't he just leave?" "Because mate bonds don't really die, even when severed," Lyra said quietly. "They leave scars. And those scars ache. For both wolves." Aria looked at her friend sharply. "You sound like you know from experience."

She had been broken, and this time, broken beyond repair. Ryder had no soul. Every promise, every word spoken in love was nothing but a means to get what he wanted. She walked into the large room filled with the lemon and lime scent of his aftershave and closed the door behind her. and grabbed a small leather bag resting on top of the sink. She opened it and found a pair of scissors he had once used to turture another werewolf. Turning, she leaned her back against the sink, and closed her eyes. This was the only way to be free. She could not bare to wake up one more day knowing she belonged to Ryder. To crave his touch when she knew she should hate him. He had successfully made her his playt

Xander flashed his goofy grin at Marcus, and the commander growled at him. Zendaya placed her hand on Marcus's shoulder, “Xander, if you want to live to meet your mate, I highly suggest you stop poking the beast!” She said while rubbing Marcus's back. Marcus's expression softened as he turned to look at his mate, and she blushed when he kissed his cheek.

the woman whispered, her voice sounding hauntingly human against the mechanical roar of the system. Lyra Thorne stood frozen, her obsidian blade hovering inches from the woman’s chest. She felt the sensory reality of the "Reader"—not as a god, but as a "Consumer." The woman smelled of lavender laundry detergent and the metallic tang of a smartphone. She was the one who had "Subscribed" to Lyra’s pain. She was the reason the Forbidden Forest had been so cold.

With nowhere to direct his rage, Dylan kicked the shelf in the corner over. He scanned the empty quarter as a sense of dread overtook him. “Sarah… “I hope she isn’t trying to do anything drastic…” Dylan smashed the window. The broken shards flew everywhere, cutting his arm. The sharp pang reminded him of Sarah’s scarred body. By the looks of the injuries, she must be hurting. He could not fathom the extent of Sarah’s suffering. She survived five years on a remote island, only to be reduced to a servant upon her return.

So it was easier to discern the order in the sky than farther north or farther south, where everything would seem more chaotic. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controv