Broken Heroines Novels & Stories

That had her putting down her walls she had fought to build after the last break up. She couldn’t do that to herself again. She couldn’t afford to let her guard down and let everything she had crumble down. Almost everyone she’d loved left her. Her mother had just died recently, she just started mending her relationship with her father and with Tan he had left before, this was bound to be a repeat of the past. If he hadn’t told her she might regret this after there might be a glimmer of hope for them both, but she already knew it. Tan’s loyalty was to his father and mother.

Jack said with a smirk. He was a whole different person, it was almost like they had done this many times before. Did I fall in love with a killer? "Take this." Nash said handing me a knife. I took it without question. I wasn't going to use it but if this person who had Aubrey tried anything then I would maybe use it. "How are you even gonna find her?" Ella asked. "Same way we did you." Johnson answered. I stopped listening and just closed my eyes. They're killers, they're crazy, phsyco and insane. How the fuck did I even get put into this situation.

"I may not come from a rich family. I may not have connections or power. But I have survived things that would have broken a lesser person, and I am still standing." Anya laughed, cold and humorless. "Survived things," she repeated. "What could a nobody like you possibly have survived? A broken nail? Please. Do not insult us with your sob story." I opened my mouth to tell her about Leo, about Mira, about my father's betrayal. Before I could speak, someone else cut in. Valentina sat across from me, wide-eyed, her hands trembling in her lap. "Do not listen to her," Valentina said, soft and pleading. "Anya is just jealous because you were given the most important position. She wanted to be the

She had stood like a shield against the worst of circumstances, unfazed by human malice, cruelty, or the sheer unpredictability of existence. Yet, today, that armor had shattered. The fierce, resilient Divya she had known for years felt entirely foreign, replaced by a trembling, terrified stranger. Her vulnerability stemmed from the very people she loved—her small family. How could she ever gamble with their safety just to save her own skin? How could she thrust the people who meant everything to her into the path of danger simply to protect her own interests?

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces

Wilder muttered and Jarvis frowned. “You don’t know what it is so just stop pretending to understand and alpha!” Jarvis spat out bitterly. “What is it? Is it heartbreak or betrayal? What’s the matter with you? I’d like to tell you about my heartbreak but this isn’t about me, it’s about you. But just so you understand, I’ve had three pregnant girlfriends die…It’s really painful, so trust me when I say I know what heartbreak is like” Wilder muttered with a flash of pain and Jarvis decided it was okay to open up.

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.

I was a naive girl who was desperate for her father to finally show her even a sliver of affection for once but he just shrugged me off and sent me away. Sent me away to my own hell where Raul's abuse completely broke me for a very long time. He's scarred me. Bad. But I use those scars as motivation to keep my head up. Can't have the crown falling, now can we? I hadn't even realized that the car was parked while Luciano was getting my luggage from the trunk. I grumbled before lunging out of the car, ready to carry them myself but he already had everything, leaving me with that tiny suitcase, once again.

"Maybe you both had a different experience. Point is, she told me she had been b.attered, and I thought maybe I could help her heal, help her find love and comfort, but I guess I was wrong. I ended up being the one needing that healing, needing that love and everything that came with the bundle." He paused, and Zeenah used that moment to cradle his head to her bosom. "You know, life is always not fair to people like us. But I guess you and I have been given another chance to heal. Perhaps, we might heal each other and will one day find a purpose in love." She ran her hand through his soft hair and continued, "my situation with yours are almost similar, but the most surprising part is that I