Once Upon a Broken Heart (Once Upon a Broken Heart, #1)

by Stephanie Garber

But Evangeline believed that they could. The story hadn’t felt like a gimmick to her; it had felt like a sign, telling her where to search if she was going to save her heart and the boy that it belonged to.

oh girl u have no ideaaaaaaa

During her search for the missing door, she’d read that the Prince of Hearts’ church held a different aroma for everyone who visited. It was supposed to smell like a person’s greatest heartbreak. But as Evangeline entered the cool cathedral, the air did not remind her of Luc—there were no hints of suede or vetiver. The dim mouth of the church was slightly sweet and metallic: apples and blood.

Im jumping

“People who don’t like me call me Jacks.”

Got me giggling

Every time Evangeline walked by a stand and caught a hint of its fruit-sweet scent, she’d think of Jacks and the debt she owed, and her heart would race like a horse hoping to escape her chest. But it seemed Jacks had forgotten about her, just as Poison had said.

Oh girl

Evangeline loved the story because she, too, was a Fox, even if she wasn’t the sort who could turn into an animal. She might have also had a tiny crush on the archer.

SICKENING.

“There’s someone in the North that I’m avoiding,” inserted the princess. “Tella,” the empress scolded. “What? It’s the truth.” The princess turned back to Evangeline. “I love balls and parties that have a high probability of ending dramatically. But I could cause an international incident—possibly a war—if I attend this celebration.”

LMAOOOOOO

He was tall, but not as impossibly attractive as Jacks.

K.

The outside of the apple was the caramelized color of gold, and when it finally cooled enough for Evangeline to bite, it tasted like hot, searing sweetness and Jacks—

And arent these supposed to taste like true love. IM SICK

Evangeline should have felt flutters. She should have felt excited and romanced and loved. Apollo was generous and attentive and terribly kind to her. And she definitely felt something whenever she thought about him, but it was sadly not butterflies.

Not her pushin it down and praying.......

Jacks’s words dripped with disgust, which only further convinced Evangeline this fox might be the best thing that had ever happened to this Fate.

..........

Evangeline woke up in a pair of unyielding arms. She tried to wiggle free, but Jacks held her tightly as her eyes opened and slowly adjusted to the warm light of day.

Snuggle buns :(

“Jacks actually has hope of finding his true love someday. His story promises there’s one girl who’s immune to his kiss. So, I imagine the urges he experiences are even stronger than mine.”

Loverboyyyyyy :")

Evangeline’s stomach tumbled. She told herself it was because she was starting to feel hungry, not because of the way Jacks slowly took in every inch of her black thigh-high boots, her shortened skirt, and the form-fitting lace corset cinching her waist and— He abruptly stopped when he reached all the skin that went from her chest to her neck. A muscle jumped in his jaw. The color deepened in his eyes. For a fraction of a second, he looked murderous.

#NEEDTHAT

“He just said sexy scars,” Jacks drawled. “Are you really listening to this?” “Shh,” Evangeline hissed.

Crying

He looked part angel, part fallen star, and completely devastating.

Girl whatever

Most of Jacks’s books were crookedly stacked and next to volumes without any apparent reason, except for a small collection of the last book she’d have expected to find here: The Ballad of the Archer and the Fox.

Jacks owned seven volumes, ranging from old to very old.

Evangeline didn’t know why she signed her name that way. She felt a little silly as soon as it was done. But she didn’t want to waste time rewriting it.

Girlllllllll