Audiobook For Unbroken Novels & Stories

Slowly, and carefully, I shifted my hand in a bid to loosen the rope, but the more I tried, the further the fibres dug into my skin; then it hit me, struggling was pointless and so was calling for help. I held still and listened. At first it was nothing, then a faint sound reached me through the walls, low voices, I couldn’t recognise any of them, nor the scent. My stomach tightened at the thought of what they might do to me, someone had planned this I was sure, another thought followed quickly behind it, why me? The sound of footsteps approaching the door interrupted my train of thoughts, the door opened with a creak, two sets of boots entered the room. “She’s still out?” a rough voice said

He just sat there, listening. And Jada was not the only one who noticed. “Lyken, why are you so quiet?” Ada called out, but he just smiled lazily. "Is he brokenhearted?” Bambi whispered to Honey, but it was enough for everyone to hear. “Not yet, I guess,” Robin replied, nudging Lyken. The conversation continued as they waited for their food. When it was served, everyone fell quiet except for RJ. He continued talking to Jada between munches.

he said continuously punching me. I cried out in pain every time his fist hit me, I struggled hard to be awake because I needed to be. "Please Zach" I said in a faint voice, in between sobs. As my eyes started to close slowly, I realized his weight was lifted off me and I heard several unfamiliar voices. The rope got loosed from behind, in a second I was held protectively in the arms of someone "You're safe now pumpkin, stay with me" Hope formed within me as soon as I heard Tobi's voice.

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

“What?” “They told me I had less than a year to live.” His heart dropped. She smiled sadly. “I can still remember my uncle breaking down in that room. He grabbed the doctor’s collar and screamed.” He stared at her, shaking his head slowly. Her voice was quiet now, stripped of defense, stripped of pride. “My uncle made me believe he was determined to fight the diagnosis,” she said. “He told me he had a friend overseas—a specialist in neurodegenerative disorders. He said he’d fly him down, personally. He was sure the doctor would see something different… that maybe I’d survive.”

He fulfilled all of my dreams to creating a family together, the realization burnt more than even fire could. My heart wrenched into two. If not more than anything I wanted to have a child with Lyssa. It was nothing more but a shattered dream. This love story was messy. It was everything but; sweet and lasting. There was no beautiful ending. Right from the very beginning, there were lots of hurdles, lot of heartbreak, lot's of pain. It was going to end that same way. I felt strangely comforted tho by her words, she could never regret us. No matter how broken this love was, no matter how messy and painful it was.

I just looked at her confused. "I need a break. I am really overstimulated. Can you just talk to me instead? Mindless chatter. Your favourite book or something?" "Ya, I can do that. My favourite book is conquering rivals. It's about." "Battle strategy." She cut me off and laughed, her magical laugh. I watched her in awe at how such a simple thing seemed to relax her. "Yeah, haha it is." "Maddox made me read it when I was doing my pack life 101 training."

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

If his bedroom looked like this, I didn’t want to even see the bathroom. It was one eighty degrees from the rest of the house. It wasn’t nasty. It was just chaotic. I decided an audiobook wasn’t what I needed. What I needed right now was to put on my relaxing playlist. A little Childish Gambino, Yuna, The Verve, Bruno Mars, and Maroon 5 were all I needed right now. A girl I knew in middle school noticed I had two songs on there when I got it for my thirteenth birthday. She was nice enough to load almost fifty songs on there. Varying from Rock to R&B. I added a few more songs on there over the years.

Then, from the shadows, a girl’s voice rose—a younger version of herself, whispering: “If silence is survival, then breaking it is rebirth.” The elders turned, their mouths opening wide, but no words emerged. Their silence fractured, splintering like glass. Shards fell into the dust, glinting like stars. Mama’s lips trembled, and for the first time she whispered, Promise. The name rippled through the square, shaking the elders’ circle apart. Promise woke with a gasp, her palms sweating. She grabbed her notebook, scrawling in the dark: Breaking silence is not betrayal. It is birth.