Book Review For Unbroken Novels & Stories

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

Raven POV Waking up this morning, I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I knew the shift last night would take a lot out of all of us, especially me. Alpha White recommended we only go for a short run, but we ended up being out for over 2 hours. I was exhausted immediately after the shift was completed so going for a long run took a real toll on my body. My wolf said all of us running together would strengthen the new bond we all hold, regardless of how tired I was. She was right on it strengthening our bond. I can't remember the last time I felt at home with anyone other than Penelope. It felt like we all belonged together, a family of chosen warriors. I don't know how it was possible to be

That was what Honey saw. Honey confronted them right there and then, and the woman made it seem like Kobe allowed it to happen. They broke up but were reunited again after two months. As for Lyken, she really thought she could change him too. Jada thought that she could make him loyal and faithful despite being a notorious womanizer, but she was wrong. Lyken was one big mistake. Instead of me changing him, it was he who changed her, from a good girl to a bad girl. Jada’s analysis of both men was interrupted when a girl approached Kristoff while he was on his way back to their table. Seeing her body language, she was obviously flirting with him.

I much preferred being ignored than beaten. I knew I was smarter than the other boys. I had taught myself to read and write in three languages. I knew the history of our pack by heart. I was good at science and maths. Still all this did me no good as I was a lowborn and my delicate appearance did me no favours. I was shunned by the pretty girls I approached, they preferred the rough, aggressive boys who flirted with them. The boys didn't come near me unless they had to, even though some of them often looked at me in a way that made me uncomfortable and I knew they were curious about me.

A weak, flickering flame, but alive all the same. Leona wiped her face with the back of her hand and pushed herself up from the ground. Her knees wobbled, but she stood. She would not stay down. Not for them. Not for anyone. She pressed a hand against her stomach, the emptiness sharp, then lowered it again, her jaw tight. “No more,” she whispered to herself. “They won’t see me broken. Not again.” Behind her, the Private investigator  shifted his weight, his voice low. “You need a ride? I can call someone.”

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."

The sun over Lagos burned without mercy, turning every metal roof into a sheet of fire. At the bus stop, the air quivered with exhaust fumes, impatient honks, and voices raised in the daily battle of survival. Promise stood apart from the crowd, clutching her bag tightly against her body. Her red heels pressed into the cracked pavement, the straps biting her ankles, but her chin stayed level. The words she had written the night before pulsed through her veins: Broken shoes, unbroken steps.

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."