Broken Things Jodi Picoult Novels & Stories

Jude POV The last week before Spring Break was a special kind of purgatory. I was a ghost on campus, moving through my classes with a hollow, mechanical detachment. The confrontation with Ashley had stripped me bare, leaving me with nothing but the raw, gnawing truth. I hadn’t cheated. I had been a victim. But the victimhood felt like a hollow victory, a technicality in a world where the only thing that mattered was the outcome. And the outcome was that Aria was gone.

Ford’s pov I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, by the moon shining through my window, I was still seated on the ground. I hastily stood up, not remembering the items I was holding, the snow globe smashing on the floor. In a state of panic I began gathering the fragments of glass, hoping that somehow I would be able to put them back together. But similar to my relationship with Nivia, once something is broken, it cannot be mended. ‘It can,’ Callum spoke in a kind voice, his anger gone.

I poured every pain, every humiliation, every sleepless night into fabric and design. I stopped eating for comfort and started working everywhere, because revenge bodies don't build themselves. And little by little, Elsa-the-wallflower faded away. And someday, if Jace Weston ever sees me again… He'd beg to taste the girl he once called gross.

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...

He nods slowly, then shares something about his own childhood—how he used to sneak out of pack meetings to read poetry in the forest, how he still writes sometimes when the Alpha responsibilities get too heavy. I listen, smiling at the image of this powerful man crafting verses under moonlight. But as he talks, my mind drifts unbidden to that night at the motel. The way I sobbed against the rain-soaked pavement, tears streaming down my face harder than I'd ever cried in my life. Vincent's shocked expression as I finally told him the truth about the dare. I'd broken completely that night. The careful control I maintain, the emotional walls I've built—they all crumbled in front of him.

Her chest pain intensified even further. "Honey," her mother cooed softly, opening her arms. Bella crumbled into her embrace. The warmth should have comforted her, yet it only highlighted how shattered she felt within her. Her voice broke as she sobbed, "Mum, Marcus rejected me." "My mate rejected me." The words felt bitter on her tongue. Expressing thoughts verbally made them feel more genuine. She had wished—prayed—that this was a terrible dream from which she would awaken. However, it was not.

I thought that she would stop in a minute or two but the lecture went on and on until she asked her mate to fetch her some water. "Babe, forgive that poor soul, he had to do this to save a dying girl," William tried to defend me, but successfully earned a glare from her vexed mate. Charlotte's jaw was clenched, but I feigned unbothered about it. My concern was dripping for the pitiable girl lying beside me. She looked bony, barely surviving on the breathing mask. It was my hundredth's time gazing at her scraggy face, yet I couldn't look away from her, nor was I bewailing how thin she was.

I cut her off, "yeah, your family helped me. But I followed your advice and handed over everything my parents left me. I never owed you anything." *** William and I didn't change course. Francia was still the plan. It was drizzling the day we left, just enough to blur the edges. Right as we hit security, chaos. Nathan showed up—soaked, muddy, completely wrecked. "Joelle, Joelle." He grabbed my suitcase. The floor was slick—he slipped and hit the ground hard, right in front of me. "Joelle, don't leave. Please?" *** William looked like he just stepped in something nasty.

The kitchen smelled like the candle Bri had been burning all morning, a vanilla thing she'd bought at the farmers market that made the whole apartment smell like a bakery, and the window over the sink was open because the afternoon had turned warm, and through it Dani could hear the sprinklers in Bri's neighbor's yard ticking across the lawn, a slow metronome that matched the pace of the conversation, which was not fast. "So let me get this straight," Bri said, pacing behind her own chair. "The hot guy from the 7-Eleven is a professional street racer named Rook, and he beat you in some drift competition, and he called you babe in front of everyone, and you told him to fuck off." "That's the

She never had the urge to hurt anyone before, but this time was different. How much could a person take before they broke? She found out today. This was her breaking point. She was tired of being the naive and gullible person that she was. She was tired of being stepped on and tricked. First, it was Jared. He did the unimaginable to her. He broke her heart and then broke it again. She gave him the most precious parts of her and he spat on them without remorse. He broke her self esteem. He stole her confidence. He made her feel like she was lucky to have him, that she couldn’t get anything better.