Novel Unbroken By Laura Hillenbrand Novels & Stories

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

They are keeping me alive and getting me back on my feet. After everything that I had been through I decided to study Law so I could help other women that have been kidnapped, beaten, and tortured. It took me a few days to get used to my new name and settle down into my new life. The only thing I couldn’t stop doing was looking over my shoulder. Every day I went a different way to school, the coffee shop where I worked, even home so no one would know

“It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. What it cost. What it took to correct it.” I looked at Michael Adeyemi in the third row. He met my gaze steadily. “But it’s also and this is the part I didn’t expect when I began a book about what comes after. About the particular work of building something real from the ruins of something broken. About the people who helped with that work and the surprising directions from which help arrived.” I paused. “It’s a love story, which I also didn’t plan. But the truth of the last two years insisted on including itself.”

I pulled her into my side and slipped my arm under her head. I must have fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes. Mrs. Lawson was knitting in the chair, and the twins were playing in the playpen. Ellen was reading on the couch, and Maddox had his head in her lap. I smiled, knowing that Oliver must have told Maddox and Ellen about Lanie being Lonley, and they had the same thought as me. When Lanie woke up, she would have her wolf and her family. She would be whole.

His voice was laced with a deep, aching hurt, a sense of betrayal that she had allowed someone else into the darkest corners of her pain while keeping him locked out. "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry," Elodie choked out, tears now streaming freely down her face. The shame, the fear, the lingering grief she’d carried for so long, all bubbled to the surface. "I just...I couldn’t bring myself to tell you." How could she tell him that she was broken, that she couldn't give him the one thing society often deemed essential for a complete family?

The sun over Lagos burned without mercy, turning every metal roof into a sheet of fire. At the bus stop, the air quivered with exhaust fumes, impatient honks, and voices raised in the daily battle of survival. Promise stood apart from the crowd, clutching her bag tightly against her body. Her red heels pressed into the cracked pavement, the straps biting her ankles, but her chin stayed level. The words she had written the night before pulsed through her veins: Broken shoes, unbroken steps.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

The looks, the quiet hostility. A rejected mate was a bad omen. I reached the well and wrapped the rope around my palms, the fibres bit into my skin as I began to pull, the bucket rose slowly, heavy with water. Halfway up, my arms trembled, my strength failed, dark spots crept into my vision, my foot slipped against the wet stone, the bucket lurched and I pitched forward, as if on cue, a hand caught my arm.“Careful,” a warrior said, steadying me. “You’re barely standing.” “I’m fine,” I answered quickly, trying to pull away.