Audiobook For Unbroken Novels & Stories

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.

It was not a request but i sat anyway. He handed me the book and curled against my side like it was the most natural thing in the world. That simple trust almost undid me on the spot. I looked down at the page, at the oversized letters and crooked drawings of knights and forests and impossible little creatures, and for a moment I could not remember the last time my hands had held something that was not a weapon, a file, or a phone carrying bad news. I started reading. My voice sounded strange to my own ears at first, too rough for the softness of the room. Nico did not care. He listened with his whole body, leaning into me more every few minutes, asking questions in whispers that interrupted

Under the influence, but not inebriated. "And," I say, pointing to my chest a second too soon. "I was the best reader out of any Unfortunate in my age group." As he sits in front of me, he smiles and drags his finger across his lip. He rests his ankle on his knee and holds his whiskey over his shin by the glass's rim. "What kind of books do they read in those camps anyway?" I shrug. "A bit of everything. Although, the stories were hard to follow as most of them were missing pages. Some of them, whole chapters had been ripped out."

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

I love him but not as deep like Demir Krumpus. Frank can do anything just for me. He could even buy the whole universe just for me. Everything just for me. He never laid his fingers on me that’s why I trully appreciate him. I gently opened the door and saw the crib the entire room was filled with toys. I covered my mouth just for me not to create any noise. “I am sorry I could not even save you.” “If I have still the guts of letting him go I should have done it and maybe you are still alive my baby.”

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉

It was truly torturing his mind. When Aaron Kennedy approached him, Aslan trembled with fear even more. Aaron Kennedy looked down at Aslan. "I thought only your body was broken. It turns out your mind is broken, too. What is broken must be fixed, so prepare yourself, Aslan.” Aslan couldn’t say a word. Only his tears kept streaming down his face. His throat felt constricted, his chest felt tight, and his skin prickled. Just being there, Aslan felt completely intimidated by his father.

"Joelle, I like you the most! When we grow up, I'm gonna marry you!" And I liked him too. We sat together in class, played after school. Even the day my parents died, I was in his family's car, goofing around. We were mid–rock-paper-scissors when the truck came out of nowhere. Boom— My parents. My brother. Even my dog. Gone. The cars were impossibly close—I watched helplessly as my entire family perished. After that, I couldn't speak. Couldn't sleep unless Nathan was there. He used to be different—gentle, patient.

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.

The shelves had been scattered around and books were flying all around the small space. My left leg was stuck under one of the shelves and i had to manage and pull it off in an awkward position with just two of my hands until my leg was free and i could feel the enormous pain but that did not stop me from finding the book. I had been searching while struggling with a broken foot for a book that held the rest of my future, and when i finally found it, i was completely shattered. I did not want to cry, i could not, all along i told myself i was iron woman, made of steel and nothing would break me. Nothing could.