A Curse for True Love (Once Upon a Broken Heart, #3)

by Stephanie Garber

Then it hit her, not a feeling but a thought—a sharp, fragmented one. She had something important to tell someone.

And once again, she was struck with the inescapable feeling that among everything she’d forgotten was one thing more important than all the rest, more important than anything.

He was beautiful. Inhuman. A warrior angel with blue eyes and golden hair and a face that made Evangeline think that writing poetry should be her new hobby.

AHHHH MY MAN. THATS MY MANS RIGHT THERE

Jacks had always considered himself more of a sadist than a masochist. He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave the shadows of Evangeline’s bedroom.

Wtffffffuck

“You can call me Archer.”

Not 2 of my fav characters of 2025 donning the name Archer

If Jacks stayed, if he stormed in the room and used his powers to make Apollo watch as Jacks told Evangeline that she wasn’t nothing to him. That she was everything.

Jacks wasn’t feeling much these days unless the feelings involved Evangeline,

“Yes, I am a murderer. I enjoy hurting people. I like blood. I like pain. I am a monster, but whether you remember it or not, I’m your monster, Evangeline.”

Jacks had so badly wanted to tell her that he couldn’t even remember what Donatella looked like, that Evangeline’s face was the only one he saw whenever he closed his eyes, that he would go with her anywhere . . . if he could.

Ok im crying

She tried to pull away, but Jacks held tight, knotting her hair in his fist and keeping his forehead pressed to hers. “Please, Little Fox, remember.”

Crying 2.0

“So, this is your best day?”

Crying 3.0

And then hooked beneath that was an even smaller sign that read: One Bed.

AHHHBHHHHHHH

I’ve made my decision, Jacks. It’s you. It will always be you, until the end of time. And I’ll fight fate or anyone else who tries to tear us apart—including you. You are my choice. You are my love. You are mine. And you are not going to be the end of me, Jacks.”

“No,” she said, a little embarrassed. “I just forgot to breathe.”

Once upon a time, there was nothing but kissing, and everything was perfect. And then there was even more kissing.

Jacks idly stroked her jaw with his fingers. “I love you,” he said simply. Then his face went abruptly serious. “I’m never going to let you out of my sight.”

He loved her so much he’d rewritten history.

SHIVERS.

“We can go wherever you want, Little Fox.”