Broken Heroines Novels & Stories

Hi guys. I hope you are enjoying this book. Just to let you know that this book is actual a sequel. There are three-in-one series about three sisters - Diane, Malvika and Natasha. The first book, 'Unrequited Love' is about Diane and it's been published on Goodnovel. You can check my profile page. 'Broken Hearts' is the second book about Natasha. The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts.

Old scars, invisible or not, ran deeper than muscle. "Your name?" I asked the female. She hesitated, voice trembling. "Rhea." "Who cast you out?" "My Alpha." Her jaw clenched. "Said I was too weak to bear his mark." I met her gaze. "You’re still standing, aren’t you?" Her eyes widened slightly. Then, for the first time, her shoulders straightened. That was all it took—one spark of acknowledgment. One refusal to let shame define her. I turned to the others. "You’ve all been broken. That’s why you survived. Broken things learn how to bleed and keep moving."

Maybe I am just another actress in the play she wrote for me since childhood. — If you want him to come back to you, the world around that girl must collapse. Not violently. Slowly, messily. Like a too-fragile piece that you crack in just the right spot until it bursts. I sit up on the couch. Something breaks inside me. Or builds. I don’t know anymore. — I’m listening. — The first thing: you must become central, unavoidable, unassailable. A poor broken woman. But dignified. A silent heroine. A perfect victim.

( Charlotte’s POV) I was lost for words. I can't believe it. I don't even know what to utter. Maddox isn't a Hybrid. He's still a werewolf. He's a different classification of one. The Broken/Broken Werewolves are powerful. One Broken can destroy a living army of soldiers, without getting hurt badly. They are like Lycans, but it takes two to kill one Broken. They kill authorities, even those from the committee. The Broken were bitten by past punished werewolves, meaning all of them are extinct but one seems to be alive.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

How was that even possible when they hadn’t found a body? They went on and on, displaying grief they never felt, while I grappled with the lengths they were willing to go just to erase me. My brakes had failed. And now that I thought about it, my Jeep had been in perfect condition—even though I barely used it. How could the brakes have suddenly stopped working? And why were they so quick to declare me dead? I thought I had known heartbreak before. But this—this shredded my heart completely, setting it ablaze with red-hot pain. Wounds that nothing could heal except vengeance.

Aria's journey from a battered and broken she-wolf to a victorious survivor has taught her the strength and resilience that lies within her. With ferocious determination, Aria fights back, taking down each of her perpetrators one by one. As she faces Connor, the leader of her tormentors, she taps into the depths of her pain and transforms it into unwavering strength. Overcoming her past trauma, Aria seizes her destiny with each strike, until Connor's threat is finally extinguished.

“We are loyal to our Alpha and our kind. We will never do your dirty biddings and we will never go against our own kind. We accept death as a reward as it’s a sign that our time has come. And our protector will save our kind.” “You speak with confidence, but where is your protector now? She’s lying in a coma unable to defend you.” “Dead or alive we will wait for her and we will believe in her. “ As I lift my right index finger to vanish then all a long chain raps around the edge of my broom yanking me from the sky. Dropping me to the floor dirtying my beautiful black dress. I look over cursing as I see the warriors along with Morpheus running to their rescue.

we responded. "My grandmother drank, and so did my mother. Growing up with them wasn't easy at all... I lived in a car or in homeless shelters for years, constantly changing cities and schools, that is when my mother wasn't in jail for drug trafficking, theft, or dancing naked in the street. Now that I'm sober, I realize I used the way they treated me as an excuse for how I started treating others... If anyone here knew me two years ago, please forgive me. I know I was a bitch," Sky declared, smiling weakly, somewhat embarrassed. I smiled too; I liked the girl's honesty. "The thing is, I hear stories here all the time, and it has helped me see that my life was difficult, but I'm not alone. I

Alexandria was quickly overpowered and pinned to the ground by his wolf, Chase. But she wasn’t going to give up that easily. She struggled against him, and when his grip loosened, she broke one hand free and hit him across the face. He stumbled back, holding his chin. She seized the opportunity to kick him hard in the groin and then bit down on his arm. He yelled in pain and tried to push her off, but one thing about Alexandria was her grip—she wasn’t budging. She bit down hard, nearly ripping his arm off, when a gunshot rang out.