Broken Books Novels & Stories

Its leg—three encyclopedias and a stack of law codes—collapsed, volumes spilling out like broken bricks. The whole massive construct listed, staggering. For a heartbeat, it managed to stay up, swaying on one remaining “leg” and a column of sagging paperbacks. Then its entire spine—built from thick, ancient tomes—shuddered and split. The stack opened like a dropped accordion. In the gap where those books had fused, in the hollow suddenly exposed, something else became visible. Not more shelves. Not ink. A rift. An oblong, vertical cut in reality, hanging just above the drift of paper inside the monster’s broken back.

The woman glared at me with her crinkly grooved eyes. I definitely hit her nerve. "Well, I am sure. But if you have any doubt, you can check the list of the books on the computer over there. Anything else I could help you with ?" "The wildlife section?" "The left corner, second last row." "Thanks." I first went to the library computers and searched for the 'Myth of The Broken Throne'. And guess what... nothing. Looks like Ms. Brendon is the last option. But how could she even know the story if the book is not completed?

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.

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...

Blackened remains of herbs wafted smoke from the counters, which themselves had been so badly singed in places that they were now shot through with crumbling holes. Smoke curled through the air. Lily’s lungs and throat ached, but she did not dare go to the metal sink for water, sure that touching it would burn her fingers. Dead flowers hung limply from their vases and jars. Tea towels and wash cloths were either frayed, still flickering with tiny flames, or had been reduced to a pile of black fabric. Flashes of memory were dazzling her, snippets of ancient parchment and ragged documents filling her brain. Words like elemental and power and war were scraped across her mind like an ink-soaked

It was funny how I had read two books today and was on my third. The first was around midnight. I had finished my chapters around one, and I couldn't sleep anymore. So, I decided to play around with the book one of the broken series. 'One more chapter' that was what I told myself until I read through the night, looking like a zombie the next morning. Oh, well, and the second, I kind of didn't pay attention in my classes today and I might have been absent-minded at work, stealing some time to myself to read and complete the second book breezily.

"I'm going to lend it to you so you can study it and understand what you're dealing with. But you must promise to return it when you're done. Books like this are rare and valuable." "I promise" I said. Mira flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "Here. This section talks about the breaking process. Read it multiple times carefully, You need to understand exactly what's going to happen." I looked down at the page and tried to read the faded writing. It talked about how blood seals were connected to the person's life force and how breaking them required facing the trauma that caused them to be created in the first place. It said that most people who tried to break

I answer him with the only way I can as I stand on my toes and press my lips against his. Three months later. Breaking Through The Darkness has reached 20 million copies sold worldwide. It embodies the life of a non-fiction author, Julie Saint Matthews and her struggle with depression and loss.

Henry’s POV The rain hammered against the glass like an angry beating. Inside the dim library, shadows stretched across the carpet, taking the polished wood shelves whole. He stood in the center, holding the old folder as though it might disappear if he blinked. His voice cracked in the silence. “So it’s all been a lie?”

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."