The Novel Unbroken Novels & Stories

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

Wiping his hands on his pants, he tried again and was able to dial 911. As he waited for the call to connect, his eyes roamed the library, darting here and there, anywhere but at Harold. He noticed some books had been knocked off a nearby bookcase, a scattering of anthologies. Yet among them, he spotted his own name. A copy of his novel Dead Don’t Dance. It shouldn’t be here, he kept all his author copies in his office out in the carriage house. “This is 911. What is the nature of your emergency?”

" Do you remember the Christain novel written by The young sixteen-year-old writer, Queenebunoluwa15? " " You mean, Caged: Survival? " " Yes... The novel talked about a sixteen-year-old final year high school Student who got kidnapped by some set of bandits along with her schoolmates... " " At first, I was wondering why she who was a devoted Christian would be kidnapped too... " " Same here's... That proves that being a Christian doesn't completely protect you from being kidnapped along with the unbelievers... " " Yeah... But her being kidnapped Happened for a better reason. "

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.

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.

You're allowed to go through it as we are going," the man answered. Having no other choice but to follow them, Justina got into one of their cars and drove with them. As she was reading the document, she couldn't believe her eyes. She was just finding out that Ryan was having her deported and she couldn't do anything about it. To make matters worse, she couldn't lawyer up on this since she was already on the wrong being illegally in the United States.

She'd shared her hopes and dreams, her fears, all of it with him. He knew what being left behind meant to her and had promised never to desert her the way everyone else had. Words had been her only solace on those days when life became too much when her reality became a dark hole that she couldn't seem to climb out of. Even with Paul in her life back then as a young teen, she'd had her writing to keep her sane. She relived the memories as she went through the box now. Taking out the hundreds of stories she'd written over the years. Some of them had been pretty good now that she thought of it, and she cussed Paul in her mind for yet another dream of hers that he'd stolen.

She felt sixteen again, barefoot in that shelter, a paper bead bracelet on her wrist, and a secret in her chest that she thought would kill her if spoken aloud. Then she saw Marla’s smile in her mind. And River’s hands building bookshelves. And her own feet walking into a world she was told she’d never survive. She breathed in. And began. “There was a night I thought would be my last,” she said. “A night where I left a hotel room, pregnant, invisible, and convinced no one would ever care. But here’s the thing about brokenness. It doesn’t mean you’re done. It means you’re in process.