The Novel Unbroken Novels & Stories

"What if I'm still too broken for this? What if I wake up one day and realize I don't know how to be loved the right way?" His eyes—those eyes that had watched her from a distance for weeks before he'd let himself get close—softened with something that looked like understanding wrapped in devotion. "Then I'll remind you. Every single day if that's what it takes. Maya, you're not broken. You're a woman who survived a war, and you're the bravest person I've ever known."

“Yes. Thank you, Dr. Clarksdale. Thank you.” It was a small victory, pathetically small in the grand scheme of things. But in that moment, it felt monumental. A book meant a window to somewhere else. A book meant breaking the monotony that threatened to drive me truly insane. A book meant connection to words, to ideas, to the world beyond these stone walls. Most importantly, a book meant they believed I was broken. And that belief would be their undoing. Because if there was one thing I had learned in these three months of captivity, watching my body waste away while my mind sharpened like a blade against a whetstone, it was this: sometimes you have to let them think they’ve won before you c

Everyone in the pack thought I was a gold digger. I was an outsider wolf with no family, yet Alpha Adrian had chosen me as his mate. His parents, friends, and even the elders insisted I wanted only his fortune and the title of Luna. Adrian alone believed me. Then, on the night of our mating ceremony, I asked him to lend me three hundred thousand dollars. From that night on, he was convinced I was vain and greedy, that the only thing I loved about him was the wealth he possessed as Alpha. When I begged him to attend my father's funeral, he sent me money. Six months ago, when I was diagnosed with wolfsoul degeneration, he believed I was just looking for an excuse to get money. The last time h

“And it looks like you’re doing that, so…” “You leaving is what hurt me!” I seethe, anger sinking its claws deeper into me at his pathetic justification for his actions. “And I’m not damaged, Callum, I’m broken! You broke me!” My voice cracks, my chest heaving as I shake my head, fresh tears springing to my eyes. My gaze flutters down to the pavement, my voice dropping to barely a whisper. “You broke me in ways that I didn’t even know were possible.” Callum’s throat clicks with a hard swallow, his shoes scuffing against the ground as he steps closer. “Ness…”

The truck came to a halt and I sat down on the floor, waiting for the right time to take off. I heard someone unbolt the door and open it. Immediately he peered inside, I rose to my feet. Giving him a kick on the face, I somersaulted out of the truck, landing on my two feet behind the startled man who was clutching at his broken nose. I started to run. I could hear the sounds of their feet as they chased after me like blood thirsty hounds. I ran on, not stopping to catch my breath.

"Luna Eva! Hang in there!" Before the biting cold could consume me completely, Liam hauled me out of the water. The universal red antidote coursed down my throat, and the burning fire that had raged through my abdomen vanished instantly. I had survived. Liam had risked everything to bring me to a hidden safehouse. I lay there for three days. The red antidote gradually restored my strength, easing the poison's grip on me. However, some things were gone forever.

There was guilt in her eyes. But something else too. Loneliness. They learned they were neighbors. Foreigners in unfamiliar ways — one Japanese woman afraid of failing as a first-time mother, one Korean woman isolated in a new country, married to a distant businessman who was rarely home. Their children grew up like pieces of a puzzle fitting together. Aika’s son: Haru Takahashi. Tae Ha’s twins: Lee Tae Yeon and Lee Tae Min. Especially Tae Min and Haru.

I much preferred being ignored than beaten. I knew I was smarter than the other boys. I had taught myself to read and write in three languages. I knew the history of our pack by heart. I was good at science and maths. Still all this did me no good as I was a lowborn and my delicate appearance did me no favours. I was shunned by the pretty girls I approached, they preferred the rough, aggressive boys who flirted with them. The boys didn't come near me unless they had to, even though some of them often looked at me in a way that made me uncomfortable and I knew they were curious about me.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

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?