Novel & Cerita Books Like Unbroken

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.

Ten years later... The air in the bookstore buzzed with quiet excitement. It wasn’t a stadium. No flashing lights. No cameras in her face. Just soft music, rows of worn novels, and a long line of readers holding a single book in their hands. "Signed With Silence: The Untold Story of Survival, Power, and Love" by Marie Sanchez. Victor, now eleven, stood off to the side beside his father. He was tall for his age, with his mother’s steady gaze and his father’s quiet fire. A reporter had once said he looked like a boy with a story written into his bones. They weren’t wrong.

I had already removed her from my life. However, hearing that request, something in me still stirred. Not out of love or even hatred. More like the need to close the book on something absurd. You had to witness some endings with your own eyes.

Lena smiled a fraction wider—and it hit him like a body blow. God, he was miserable. As she swept them across at the checkout, Julian prowled the aisles back and forth, his fingers dancing over the spines but not really looking. He stood in front of the poetry aisle. A hand-scrawled notice taped to the shelf read: *"'For broken hearts and brave souls.'*" Julian snorted under his breath. *Broken* was weakness. *Bravery* was folly. But still, his hand closed over a slim book without deliberation.

A book is not complete until it is read, and because of you, this story is alive. This novel is also a dedication to every person who has ever felt unseen or unheard. To those who have faced heartbreak, abuse, neglect, or loss, I hope Selene reminded you that you are not defined by your pain, but by the strength it takes to rise from it. If you saw even a small piece of yourself in her determination, her love, or her courage, then this story has fulfilled its purpose.

Until he engulfed me into the biggest, longest, best hug. It was almost like he fixed all my broken pieces.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

I need to take time. I remember the small room I entered last time. I slowly opened the door and turned on the lampshade. The books on the table were still scattered. I tried to look and read each one of them. These are all interesting books. Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer, The Prince by Niccolo Machiavelli, The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a lot more. I tried to find something that might help me, but I found nothing.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

I sigh. He would, everyone leaves in the end. Who would want to have someone like me in their life? Ryland caresses my cheek. "Gracie, we all have our demons and scars. We all have our secrets and our reasons for being broken. It doesn't mean we need to go through life alone." I feel the tears in my eyes as he said the words to me. It is evident that he has his own struggles too. He is also fighting his personal demons. "Something tells me you haven't had an easy life either," I say softly.