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I said, my voice softening, “he got drunk and forgot to lock the door. I don’t know how I found the strength, but I ran. I ran for hours through the forest, barefoot and terrified he’d catch me. That’s when I stumbled into Marco and his mother. They took me in, nursed me back to health, and helped me find my family.” I let out a shaky breath. “But the scars, Ferris, they never fully healed. I still wake up some nights hearing his voice, feeling his touch. I... I’m broken.” “You’re not broken,” Ferris said fiercely, his hands cupping my face. His touch was tender, his thumbs brushing away my tears. “Elise, you’re the strongest person I know. What you endured—what you survived—it doesn’t make

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.

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

Her livestream account was, of course, banned, and she was also expelled from school. Soon, the Watson residence was seized too, and the other Watson family members naturally wanted nothing to do with this ungrateful and unrelated adopted girl. Now, Evonne had nowhere to go and no one to rely on. While hiding in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of town, waiting to die, the men she had scammed for donations joined forces to have her sent to prison. However, what awaited her in prison was a fate worse than death, and she ended up in a living hell.

For celebrating the small moments—the kisses, the promises, the quiet mornings when everything finally felt safe. Thank you because every story needs a village, and you welcomed them all. Thank you for enduring the dark chapters. For not turning away when things got hard. For trusting that there was a light at the end, even when we couldn't see it. This story is for anyone who has ever felt cursed. Anyone who has been told they are too broken to be loved. Anyone who has survived something they didn't think they could survive. You are not cursed. You are not broken. You are not alone.

"Not now. Please, baby... just hold on a little longer." I forced my legs forward, but the strength had vanished. My muscles were useless, liquid lead. My body was completely broken, drained by eighteen years of beatings, weeks of starvation, and the terrifying, heavy pull of the new life feeding on what little stamina I had left. Blood pounded in my ears like a war drum. The streetlights smeared into long, sickening streaks of yellow haze. The ground tilted violently beneath my boots. My knees buckled. I crashed hard onto the frozen asphalt. The paper sack Nora had given me tore open upon impact, spilling fresh bread and dried fruit into the dirty slush.

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.

Sold by her own father and double-crossed by her greedy ex-boyfriend, Isabella finds herself trapped in a brutal world. She is dragged to the Royal Alpha Palace to serve as a desperate surrogate candidate for Prince James, the formidable wolf prince who lies unconscious in a deep magic coma. Every single woman before her was violently rejected by James's deadly inner beast, but the moment Isabella steps near his bed, the sleeping monster awakens and chooses her as his true mate. Overnight, she goes from a discarded pack omega to the powerful Luna Princess of the entire realm. Her new crown comes with a deadly target on her back. Her ex-boyfriend, Riley, lurks in the shadows, scheming to u

Even if I had to crawl, I would get to them. Even if I had to fight through every guard in Dark Heart Even if I died trying. Because I wasn’t broken yet. And I never would be broken Not while they were still out there. Not while they needed me.

Everyone of us is broken in one way or the other. We just find a way, a thing or a person that glues us together. And sometimes, we don’t even find that so we learn to live with our broken parts and wait for that day when they will stop hurting. ~ A. Gupta Violet