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My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

"I heard about you. About how you were rejected and survived. I thought maybe you could help me figure out how to keep going." Aria's heart ached for this young wolf. She saw her younger self in Sarah's desperate eyes. "You're going to survive this," Aria said firmly. "I know it doesn't feel like it now. I know the pain seems endless. But you're stronger than you think." "Everyone says that. But I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "I felt the same way. But broken doesn't mean destroyed. You can heal. It takes time, but you can." Aria took Sarah's hand. "Have you heard of Haven? Kade's settlement for wolves who need a fresh start?"

You've survived worse than this. And I had. That was the thing people like Killian Jnr never understood. Breaking me wasn't the end of my story. It was just the ugliest chapter. I'd kept going. I'd crawled when I couldn't walk. I'd worked jobs that made my back ache and my dignity buckle. I'd built something small and fragile and entirely mine from the wreckage he left behind. And I would not — I repeat‚ I would not — let the sight of him take that from me.

“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.”

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

I would never shift again. She allowed me to return to my human form which was also painful, I tried moving but couldn't, my legs were both broken. I cried for help every day for two days, laying in my urine until one day my parents left and Hendrix came to my room and helped me. He couldn't do much, he nearly tripped with the basin of water multiple times. He begged his father to take me to the hospital, and he did, I had many broken bones. But nothing hurt more than having to part ways with a part of me, nothing hurt more than having to part ways with

Thanks dearest readers for staying with me to the end. It was a long journey indeed and I must admit... I enjoyed every second of this journey... This journey taught me three things... 1. Perseverance. 2. Persistence. 3. Patience. I hope this book taught you all a thing or two... Do tell me about it in the comments section below... As I said, this book is dedicated to my friend, Jemmy who died of Complications from Sickle cell anemia in August 2020.

A few days after the disappearance of Sophie Novak, eye witnesses say that Holloway did in fact, return to the Maddox's home to pay his respects for their missing baby. 'Bits and pieces of Mia's life at the orphanage are depicted in a book she wrote last year named, Superfluous. Her book became a New York Time's best sellers, and she became instantly famous. The ending of her book went as follows, 'The most terrifying experience of an orphan occurs at the end of the day when you look at the orphanage's building structure, and realize that you're still there. You're still on your own. You're left to face the world by yourself, with no family to call yours, and no home to go back to. You're ju

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

No safety net. But there was air in my lungs. There was still me. And as I turned the key and stepped inside, I made myself a promise. They could strip me of family. They could strip me of comfort. But they would never strip me of survival. Because broken as I was, bruised and alone—I was still standing. And that had to count for something.