Broken By Evelyn Miller Kindle Novels & Stories

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

Yesterday night, he had watched how hard she had struggled as she spoke about her marriage with her ex, he had seen her breathing hitch at some intervals, and he had even wanted to stop her from saying anything more when he realized that she was already willing to let him see as much of her broken self as he could. Now, as he watches her eat in slow bites, he wondered how anyone in his right mind will hurt a soul as delicate as hers. She was the purest of all in his eyes, and no matter how broken she thinks she is, she's still the most perfect he had ever seen. "Can you please stop staring at me that way before I choke on my breakfast?" He heard her voice whisper. A slow cynical smile curve

Wendy wanted to close her eyes but Evelyn tapped her face to keep her awake and said "I am not done with you witch, so you can't die just yet. You need to look at the one who caused your downfall, it is I Evelyn Mills. So take a look at my face, I want my face to be the last thing you will ever see. You took my entire childhood away from me. And took my unborn child away as well, now you can rot in hell because you are never coming out of here alive I can assure you that." She brought out a knife and was about to punch the air bag but decided not to when she heard footsteps, she kept her knife back in her pocket and left.

72. The Ultimate Revelation Third Person's POV Travis stood frozen, shock and dread coursing through him. Miller’s words had reopened wounds he had buried deep within himself. The realization of how close he had come to losing Wynter—the person he cherished most in the world—gripped him like a vice. If Miller hadn’t arrived in time, Wynter might have met the same fate as Denissa. The mere thought of it flashed vividly before his eyes, making his knees feel weak.

My heart skipped painfully, like it was waiting for an announcement that could either destroy or save me. I looked toward the door, waiting and praying. Maybe Rolex would burst in with guns blazing, taking everyone down to reach me. Maybe he’d prove me wrong. But no one came. No Rolex. My heart broke into more pieces than I thought possible. I’d felt pain before, rejections from Maxello, betrayal from others but this… this was worse. Because I had given Rolex a part of me I’d never given anyone else. The rope creaked louder. My wrists burned as it began to snap. I gasped as the tension tightened painfully against my skin.

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 looked at the worry etched on her face and tried to say I was fine, but my nose stung, and the tears started falling before I could stop them. My mom pulled me closer, her heart breaking for me as she stroked my hair. "It's okay, it's okay. Mom's here. Tell me everything, honey." We found a quiet corner to sit down, and I told her every single thing that had happened—Clara's ultrasound, the scene at the clinic, Ryan's coldness, Clara's taunting texts, and the dissolution papers I'd left on the table back at the Pack House. By the time I finished, my mother was shaking with rage.

Evelyn's POV As much as I wanted to question him, I couldn't find the will to do so. My mind was far too chaotic and my heart too broken to even simply greet him. All I wanted to do was cry, but I needed to hold myself together for the time being. "I'll give you two some privacy," Mila said. She gave me one last look of sympathy before letting the door shut behind her." The atmosphere grew more cold and tense once Mila left the room. Neither of us said anything to each other for a while.

Yet the sheer force required to shatter bones that way—it bordered on inhuman. She rubbed her temples until her eyes burned. Logic was her anchor, but it was slipping. Outside, the forest was silent. No howls, no scratching. Only silence, heavy and expectant. Evelyn closed her notebook, the unease in her chest a weight she could no longer name. For the first time since arriving in Black Hollow, she wondered if the truth would be something she didn’t want to find.

Thudding sounds echoing with every pant. Love is overrated anyway. He doesn’t even want me. If he knew who I really was—what I was—he’d not only avoid me. He’d hate me. Kayleigh snarls at me, but I shut her out. The wind whips my face, tugging at my hair, but I don’t stop until I see the bonfire again. Thank Goddess for Eva—who is rambling about some celebrity crush. I slip into the seat beside her, a practiced smile that betrays my trembling hands. If I stay quiet enough, maybe no one will notice I’m falling apart.