Books Like Unbroken Novels & Stories

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

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."

Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat! But the last note she ever wrote? [Wil, Earth's just too bitter. I'm heading back to Planet Bunny! Don't worry—I'll visit often! (#^.^#)] William was always swamped. School, the company—his whole life felt like one endless war. But when the battles finally ended... All that waited was her cold body, pulled from a lake. She had tried. Really tried. Joined support groups—depression, aphasia, whatever she could find.

" 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?"

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

His voice was laced with a deep, aching hurt, a sense of betrayal that she had allowed someone else into the darkest corners of her pain while keeping him locked out. "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry," Elodie choked out, tears now streaming freely down her face. The shame, the fear, the lingering grief she’d carried for so long, all bubbled to the surface. "I just...I couldn’t bring myself to tell you." How could she tell him that she was broken, that she couldn't give him the one thing society often deemed essential for a complete family?

Too much fire and not enough air. She sat in her study, lights dim, the rain still tapping against the old glass. Before her lay a blank leather-bound book. She dipped the pen in ink, then paused. She wrote: For my son. “The world you inherit is broken. You are not born to fix it. You are born to survive it. This is not a cradle song. This is a manual of war.” She titled the first page: THE BOOK OF BLOOD She stopped. Closed her eyes. Listened to the wind.

“It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. What it cost. What it took to correct it.” I looked at Michael Adeyemi in the third row. He met my gaze steadily. “But it’s also and this is the part I didn’t expect when I began a book about what comes after. About the particular work of building something real from the ruins of something broken. About the people who helped with that work and the surprising directions from which help arrived.” I paused. “It’s a love story, which I also didn’t plan. But the truth of the last two years insisted on including itself.”

I woke to a heartbeat that was not my own. I kept getting flashbacks of the events from the night before, perhaps, that could be the reason why sleep had abandoned me. The room was quiet, filled only with the soft breathing of the other girls. The words of the traveller from the night before continued to ring in my head, and somewhere inside the territory, Alpha Xander was awake, I could still feel him, so much, I didn’t notice someone had walked in.