I Was Never Broken

They said I was beautiful — but not real. That my smile was perfect — but my past made me broken. I spent years trying to prove I was more than the girl who changed her face to survive the world’s cruelty. I married Julian Vale, believing love would finally see me. I called Serena Blake my sister, trusting her more than my own reflection. And when my world collapsed under secrets, silence, and the weight of never being enough — I disappeared. Then I opened my eyes… Ten years earlier. Before the surgery. Before the vows. Before I forgot who I was beneath the makeup and the mask of confidence. This time, I don’t need to be fixed. This time, I don’t need to be forgiven. I remember every lie. Every betrayal. Every time I silenced my voice to keep the peace. So I’m not here to win back love. I’m not here to punish the past. I’m here to become the woman I was always meant to be — unedited, unafraid, and finally, completely seen. I was more than pretty. This time, I’ll live like I believe it.

At eighteen, Jada thought she’d found her "happily ever after." Three years later, she realized she was just another girl with a boyfriend she couldn't be proud of. Their romance wasn't a fairytale; it was a mistake. Lyken didn’t just break her heart—he dismantled it, piece by piece, through four separate betrayals. The last one was the breaking point, pushing Jada to leave the country to escape the shadow of the man she once loved. But a career in modeling has brought her back to the one place she swore she’d never return. Now, Jada is out for herself, but Lyken is determined to fix the unfixable. As he fights to earn her forgiveness, Jada must decide: is there a path to healing together, or was their story over the moment she walked away?

Vixen is a fulfilled country side wolfless omega girl, who is happily married to the her mate, the alpha prince of their small pack, with 3 kids, or so she thought. Her world is crushed when she finds out that her husband was only using her, and that he is secretly married to her bestfriend. She is thrown out of her matrimonial home, and loses both of her children to the cold hands of death on the same day. Driven by hate, and in her pursuit for revenge she finds herself in a cindicate. There she meets Roman, her other mate, a heartless, broken hearted lycan king mafia underboss, who despises women. He falls madly in love with her, and helps establish her to the point where she returns for her revenge. Only problem is Roman doesn't want to share his mate with another. What is going happen when Vixen returns back to her ex, her mate?. Will her feelings be rekindled for him?. What would Roman do, when he finds that the woman he is obsessed with being close to her ex? Would he be able to control his emotions, or will his jealousy leads him into hurting the only thing that matters to him? Find out on DAMAGED BUT NOT BROKEN.

A bride’s whose to-be husband chooses her own best friend over her on their wedding day vows to herself never to love again. But this vow of hers begins to waver as she meets a handsome yet mysterious man who manages to creep his way into her heart and also promises to help her satiate her hunger for revenge. What will she do when she discovers nothing is normal as it seems? Can she put back all the broken Pieces even after discovering everything in her life, including herself, is not normal as she always thought? And what about the broken Pieces of her heart?

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.

This a story about how enemies became lover then became enemies again .enemies don’t change I fell in love with him and trusted him but he destroyed me