Books Like Unbroken Novels & Stories

I used to think strength meant standing tall no matter what, but now I know it’s about learning to stand again after you’ve fallen, even when you don’t want to. People see you smile and assume you’ve healed. They don’t see the weight you carry in silence — the ghosts you tuck behind every laugh, the memories that never fade no matter how many years pass. Twenty-six years since the night that stole everything from me, and I can still hear it sometimes — the shattering glass, the screams, the gunshots. I can still smell the gunpowder in the air.There are things you don’t ever forget. You just learn to live around them.

Due to that, he hobbled around, nearly as good as crippled. Resentment simmered between them: Sean with his grudges, Rowena with her cold shoulder. Nancy confided in me that the pair, though housemates, were at each other's throats daily, stirring up a racket that could wake the dead. The stillborn they brought home did not last long before it decayed, swarming with maggots, filling the house with a stench worse than a sewer. Rowena's grip on sanity started to slip, her days filled with wild outbursts. A video of one such episode, self-recorded, went viral and, bizarrely, turned a profit.

She looked at the husband who had stayed, the brother who had built the walls, the son who had survived the fear, and the daughter who had taught her how to feel again. "Unbreakable," Aurora said. "That's a bit cliché, isn't it?" the art director asked. "Maybe," Aurora said. She stood up, holding Hope on her hip. She walked over to the monitor. She traced the image of her family. "But look at us," she said softly. "We cracked. We burned. We drowned. And we're still here." She looked at Liam. "We aren't unbreakable because we're hard," she said. "We're unbreakable because we know how to put the pieces back together."

"What a monster! If you've got guts, go after the adults. What did the kid do to deserve this?" Despite how anxious the commenters were, Bruce still swung the knife and cut off my remaining pinky finger. It hurt! It really hurt! It hurt so much that I wanted to die. My sharp cries made the viewers watching cover their ears. Even the rapidly moving comment section froze for a moment. At that moment, a highlighted comment caught Bruce's attention. "Contact me! I am Special Forces Captain Zachary Watson!" The name "Zachary Watson" cleared my muddled brain for a moment.

she muttered as the cashier ran her items for checkout. After getting everything she needed, they dropped by a coffee shop for a quick breakfast and headed home. “What did you guys get? Let me see!” Honey asked excitedly. Ada was generous enough to take the stuff out of the paper bag and shows it to Honey. She first picked up the shoes, looked at them, shrugged then put them back down. Honey’s eyes widened before she got her hands on the mesh jumpsuit. “Jadanela, are you serious?” Ada and Bambi laughed at her while Jada plopped on the couch. “I am! Don’t worry. I have a set of hikini that will go with this.”

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

I typed another message but this time it wasn’t about my husband but to the one who broke me after years of giving all that I have. ‘See me at Bravo café this afternoon. I will answer all your questions.’ I pressed both of my lips as I was hoping that he would agree on meeting me. Sipping the frappe I ordered a while ago and spent more time being alone was the best for me especially on my mental health. “I guess he would not come.” I whispered and sparingly smiled as I shut down my laptop and felt the failure in me. “Grace Miller.” A hoarse voice echoed from behind and as I turned to him the wind blew perfectly and our eyes met like he was trying to read me from head to toe.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

According to him, this book sharpened him more than he thought any book could. “Oh, and I am venturing into another book LETTERS TO MY RAP*ST, a book by bestselling author Fatima Ashabe… I'm not sure I pronounced the name right. It is a book written by a Nigerian author about rape victims, giving us a dive into their life after rape, it is such an emotional rollercoaster. Dad said I have to get mine because of the sticker on the back. Said it is about healing and stuff. I have to burn the paper after writing to my broken self and all. Said the book is not really about rape but about broken people..” Eli kept talking while David looked around the room.

I stood there shocked with my jaw hanging open, staring at the dead bodies that were impaled by Reid's ice. I knew he was strong, but it was that moment that I knew he was going to be the most powerful alpha there ever was. I knew he was destined for great things and I can't wait to see it. The end. **** Yes, the book is over, but the story is not. Aiden and Thaddeus, along with their children, their story continues in “A Broken Alpha” series. Noah and Michael, their story is just beginning. Their story continues throughout the series.