The Novel Unbroken Novels & Stories

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.

The places I never let anyone see. He’s silent for a moment, then he speaks, his voice low, sure, unbreakable. “We didn’t,” he says. “Not as we were. But we rebuilt stronger.” The truth of it wraps around my soul like a balm. We didn’t just survive. We shattered and bled and wept, snd then we rose again. Forged into something new. Something unbreakable. A hawk cries overhead, slicing across the gray sky like a blade. A sentinel. A witness.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

"May, I've put up with you for far too long. Flaunting your fancy job, dictating 'you're in charge of the world outside, I handle home affairs.' I'm the man! I'm no slave of yours! "Rowena is different. She loves me, treats me like I'm her world, and gives me the dignity of a man." Rowena, the neighbor I had always looked out for, stood smirking behind him. "Thanks a million for handing over such a catch, May. Oh, and those healthy kids, too. Without you, I'd be at a loss with my own dead baby." I tried to fight back but was mercilessly pushed under the water. In my final moments, I saw my real daughter, the one they had switched, screaming to stop those monsters, only to be struck until she

"Remain here." "I'm not moving." He strides out. The elevator doors swallow him. I stand in the study, encircled by his books and his papers and the ghost of the boy who shoved a man to rescue a child and spent three decades paying the price. I don't know what the board will vote. I don't know if the company will survive the day. But I know Julian Croft will survive. He's survived being abandoned. Being betrayed. Being branded violent and unlovable and broken. He's survived every darkness the world shoved at him.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

“I prayed and asked for an angel. And my prayers were answered.” “What? Are you saying a miracle happened?” Julia asked. “Yes, I was so sick that when I went to get water, I fell down a flight of steps.” “Oh Lord! I knew I should have never left there alone.” Uncle Yazzy exclaims. “I was badly bruised, and I could not quench my thirst. I must have crawled to the kitchen for water and I collasped in front of the refrigerator door.” “Stop, this sounds awful.” Her auntie said.