Books Like Unbroken Novels & Stories

There was guilt in her eyes. But something else too. Loneliness. They learned they were neighbors. Foreigners in unfamiliar ways — one Japanese woman afraid of failing as a first-time mother, one Korean woman isolated in a new country, married to a distant businessman who was rarely home. Their children grew up like pieces of a puzzle fitting together. Aika’s son: Haru Takahashi. Tae Ha’s twins: Lee Tae Yeon and Lee Tae Min. Especially Tae Min and Haru.

I nodded, and we walked together in silence going back to his house. “Which pack are you from?” he broke the silence, and his question broke my heart. I had no home anymore and no parents. That pack is no longer my home. Golden Moon pack is no longer my home, not after what happened. It hurts thinking this way. I grew up in that pack, I had friends there, a family and now they are all gone. Well, most of them. He must have seen my sadness, and he spoke. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He tells me.

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.

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

Inside are children's books about dinosaurs, gorgeous hardcover editions with detailed illustrations. There's a note on top in handwriting I recognize now. "For Julian's collection, and for you, some peace." Underneath the dinosaur books is another book, slim and elegant, poetry about resilience and finding yourself. My hands shake as I open it and see an inscription on the inside cover in Marcus's careful script. Elena, you are not lost, you are not broken, you are becoming, and becoming is the bravest thing anyone can do, keep going. I read it three times, something in my chest cracking open, not breaking but opening like a door.

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I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

she replied And yeah watching the smiles on their face, watching as they clinged together, I could not help but think if I could ever find someone who loved me as much as they loved each other. Cos despite the trials and everything, there love had remained strong, unquenchable and unbroken. Still there, pure and unbreakable. I want nothing but that kind of love that survives through every storm and maybe someday, who knows? REV. Every time with her by my side, I could not believe it was real, that I finally had her by my side. It was good too real to be true, and it was so perfect, so pure and magical, I'd never felt so whole like I had with her.

“They hated me just for existing. Teachers, neighbors, even kids I went to school with. Like I was… wrong. A mistake. No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. And then I get here, and it’s the same story all over again. Different faces, same eyes watching me like I don’t belong. Except now it’s worse, because something inside me agrees with them. Like I’m too much. Too dangerous. Too broken.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and before she could turn away, I reached out. My hand caught her chin with a restraint so gentle it startled even me. My thumb brushed the damp heat of her cheek where tears had begun to gather. “Broken?” I echoed softly. “You are not broken, Nora. You are fire barely

“Don't you care! WE ARE GOING BROKE!" "I can't listen to you anymore! This is crazy, and so, so wrong! I'm leaving! I can't sit here and watch you destroy people's lives!" When I stepped outside his office, my head began to spin. It has already been a solid year of stress, sleep deprivation, and lack of proper meals, and the worst part: there wasn't a sense of normality! I needed to take some time away. I could feel my own body breaking down like many of my coworkers who have been under this pressure while trying to help others survive!