Novel Unbroken By Laura Hillenbrand Romane & Geschichten

My life was draining away. "Austen!" I heard her voice. That familiar, worried voice. She ran to me, kneeling by my side. Her hands pressed against my wound, silver healing light desperately trying to mend the damage. But the injury was too severe. Even her power couldn't save me. "Evelyn..." I struggled to look at her. My vision tunneled to black. My consciousness frayed at the edges. But just as I slipped into nothingness, a dam broke in my mind. The flood wasn't a vision. It was a torrent of memories. My memories.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

None of us ever did but there was a stubbornness inside me that would learn to be brave because the alternative, living small and quiet, denying this made me feel like a coward. I didn’t want a life where the best of me was locked behind a door I refused to open. Emily slid into the chair beside me and leaned her head on my shoulder. It was a small, human alignment, it was undramatic and perfect. For the first time since the office, I felt like the pieces might fit. “Then,” she murmured, “let’s try. And when it hurts, we tell each other.” “We tell each other,” I agreed. “We don’t let anyone else tell our story for us.”

Mia Standing in front of the orphanage, I stared at the only place that had ever felt like home. It had been almost a year since my last visit, and for the first time in years, I wished I’d never left. The world outside these walls was cruel and lonely in ways I couldn’t explain. I just wanted to escape everything. First Rolex, now Maxello… I couldn’t breathe anymore. I’d asked Bruno to cover my missed shifts and promised to pay him back once I returned. I told no one where I was going. I needed a break….from everyone, from everything.

My blood mixed with the dark water from the open wound, yet I didn't mind the ache. With a swift motion, I slashed at the vine around my ankle. The creature let out a guttural sound, its grip loosening. I kicked upwards, breaking free from its grasp. I broke the surface of the water, gasping for air. Serena was right behind me, her sword still in hand. We made it to the shore, our bodies shaking from the cold and exhaustion. But we were alive. And we were one step closer to saving Eric. "You did well," Serena said with her panting soft voice.

She forced herself to sleep but it seems like she already had enough on the plane. She decided to just empty her suitcase to pass time then she turned on her laptop and her Messenger started ringing. She forgot to log out. It was Honey calling and since she’s already on the other side of the planet, there’s no reason not to answer the call. ‘They won’t be able to teleport here,’ she thought to herself. “Hon…” “My God Jadanela, finally!" her tone was a bit exaggerated but she was obviously worried. “Did you know we almost turned the island upside down trying to find you? We were all worried, especially Lyken!” she narrated.

Despite the challenges of the last few days– a fire and the final escape from the prison, a sense of satisfaction was prominent to me, and among our mixed group, I saw that the sane was of tge outcasts. We were no longer strangers with some of these people; we had been bound together by a common tragedy, and the shared experience of escape. Bonds were forming all around me as my pack members spoke to other people and were spoken to in turn, and trust was slowly growing, bridging the gap between the former rivals.

A pack. I'd never been past Victor's borders in my life, except the road to the diner and back. My whole world had been one small gray repeating thing. Now it unrolled around me, hill after unfamiliar hill, the air turning sweeter the farther we got, and I held Lily against me and would not let myself hope. Hope was a thing that got taken away. We never reached it. They came out of the trees on both sides at once, lean and gray and grinning, and my stomach dropped through the ground. Victor's warriors. The same ones. They'd guessed where Kane was taking us and run ahead to wait.

Chapter 5: Lilian POV. As I opened my eyes again, I found myself chained to a bed in a small room. I tried to scream, but a cloth was stuffed in my mouth. I looked around, taking in my surroundings with horror. The walls were bare and white, and there was only a small window high up on the right side of the room. The only furniture was the bed I was chained to and a chair in the corner. Tears fell from my eyes as I realized I had no idea where I was or who had taken me.