Novel & Cerita Broken Heroines

It will be a weapon that I can use in dealing with the coming trials and will remind me that I can survive no matter what. I will leave this chapter of my life and be ready to face another stage. As a mother, child, sister, and friend who will continue to fight the challenges of life. The woman who gets hurt but still fighting. I am HAILEY HIAN AMARANTH, The Broken who choose to be The Martyr for the man I truly love.

She was determined to live, he saw now. Whatever had happened to her, whoever had done this to her – that thing and that person hadn’t broken her. Not even fucking close. In that smashed up, shattered body there was the spirit of an a****n, the heart of a lioness, the iron will of a warrior. Under all that damage was a woman who was holding on to life with both hands, holding on as tight and as hard as humanly possible. She was going to get through this – no fucking debate or discussion on this point. She was going to fight.

Who had been taught to fear her own mother. That little girl was gone. In her place was this strong, talented, compassionate woman. A woman who built an empire on ethics instead of exploitation. Who chose healing over hurting. Who took everything I taught her, both the good and the bad, and made something better. Brock tried to destroy me. He tried to take Emma away from me. He tried to break us both. But he failed. We survived. We healed. We built something he could never touch or ruin or poison. We chose love. We chose hope. We chose to be better than our worst moments.

Maybe she was obsessed. Maybe she was still hurting Moving on has never been easy And maybe that’s the reason she made sure to have a piece of her in her own But things were not going smoothly Because someone was also inside her An experiment gone wrong Made her daughter experience things she shouldn’t have Questions will resurface All the lies will be revealed All the villains will be known And the real heroes will be praised A new leader will be born And the old school shall be renewed And she will rise Because everybody knows she’s dead

She wrote about what the hiding had built that the open alone could not have produced. She wrote: the breaking and the healing are both in the record. Neither one erases the other. The building that you do from the break is only possible because of the specific understanding that the break gave you. You did not earn the break. The break was wrong. But what you make from it is yours, and it is real, and it could not exist without having been you specifically who survived it and chose to build.

"You survived death, Thelma. You survived being reborn with all your memories intact. You survived discovering your parents were murderers. You survived a cursed heart. You're the strongest person I know!" "I'm not strong!" Tears streamed down her face. "I'm broken. Damaged. Everyone who gets close to me gets hurt. Maybe Morgana's right. Maybe it would be better if I just let go." "Bullshit." I shook her. "You know what I see when I look at you? I see someone who's been beaten down over and over and keeps getting back up. Someone who loves so fiercely she'd absorb dark magic to save others. Someone who marked her mate knowing she might die. That's not broken, Thel. That's incredible."

“That bastard Hale—that ruthless woman—won’t just sit idly by." “Was it Vanessa Hale who took our members’ bodies?” “Yes! She will definitely use those bodies to track us down.” “Will it work?” "I don't know. She’s not an ordinary woman. She’ll do anything to defeat us, especially since her husband died because of us. Besides, we also failed to save the undocumented immigrant children who were brought here to work as sex workers. They’re all Omegas. The bottom line is that we’ve failed on so many missions because you disappeared, Skylar. Do you think our missions are a joke? Do you think the lives of those undocumented immigrant kids don't matter? They might come from slums, but they’re stil

He could make the truth feel small and silly. “The blood work… could have anomalies,” Dr. Evans said slowly, not meeting my eyes anymore. “Stress can do strange things. Perhaps a more thorough psychiatric evaluation…” “No!” I slammed my hand on the bed rail. “You know me! You told me it was a miracle! You hugged me!” Now she looked at the floor. “Sienna, I think… the trauma of the fall, the blood loss… it might be causing confusion.” They were rewriting history right in front of me. Erasing my baby. Turning me into a liar.

"Are you alright, Dr. Greenwood?" This place was familiar. Yes, I'd been reborn. In my previous life, my boyfriend asked me to teach his junior the ropes. She was a self-proclaimed miracle worker. Our first patient was a car crash victim who had to have his right leg amputated. Yvonne Melson, however, stopped me before I could perform the surgery. "That's irresponsible, Dr. Greenwood. We must do our best for every patient." I stared at the medical report that stated otherwise and sighed. But to my astonishment, after a week of completely unrelated massages from Yvonne, the patient miraculously recovered.

Bass' voice boomed from outside the room, he was definitely standing on the other side of them mirror, and he was cut off by Hayes who did us a favour. "Shut up, Bass. We've known her for years. Girl practically lives here." Hayes scoffed while flipping Bass off through the glass. "Just... what do I even say to you out of all people... don't die." He smiled before we exchanged our last goodbyes and he strolled out of the room. Welp. There goes the only trusty male figure I have close to me. "Hi, sweetheart. You must be Valentina. I'm Sierra Charles! It's nice to meet yo-" the lady began with a bubbly grin while reaching out to shake my hand but she quickly took it back when she saw the cuffs