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Books that offered shelter to those still lost in the storm. She took a deep breath, filling her lungs with the sweet air of that late afternoon, feeling the warmth of Luka, the solidity of Elias, and the heartbeat of Zion against her back. She thought of the seventeen-year-old girl who had walked into that bookstore on a rainy afternoon, seeking refuge in someone else’s pages because she still didn’t know that one day she would have her own to offer. She thought of the broken woman she had been, of the painful but necessary crossing, of the moments when she had almost given up.

In fact, everything I am giving him will never comapre to the pain he subjected me to. This man broke me. In his hands, I was Battered and Broken Yet I remained Invincible. This idiot and left me for dead but I somehow survived. I believe my survival was for a reason and this reason was for me to live to get rid of scum like Connor from this universe. I start cutting him slowly, his blood spattering in every direction. Without any limbs, he cannot flail around. He is as quiet as a sheep on the alter. I watch with satisfaction as his life force slowly leaves him.

Her instinct told her, this man must be using her but Rachel must be scared and decide to fall back, pull herself from the unexpected danger. The calm demeanor and solitude she showed Rowena, was from the thousands of days she had been through humiliation, sinister remarks and being ignored as human. She is also not a porcelain who is being groomed as a pretty vesel, being appreciated, be liked but would crumble to pieces when it is crushed to hard floor. Cassandra's soul made from a metal, she had burned in fire, being hammered with the reality of life. She can bend, melt, break but she also can back into shape as it burns again and hammers again into the mold she chooses to.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

They broke into a run as soon as they were tucked behind the next cell block, weaving from shelter to shelter, blood rushing in her ears and memories flaring back to life in her mind. Bony hands touched her chin. Meaty palms smacked her face. A stone hit the small of her back. Laughter rung out, clear and crisp against the hazy backdrop of the surreal. Gnarled fingers carded through her knotted hair, pulling hard whenever they met a tangle. Knives were held over fire, gleaming red as they were pressed to her skin – Coming back had been a mistake. She needed to get out of here.

Unfortunately, I began to remember a time in my life when I found no point in living. They got tired of me not screaming and not crying and tired of the fact that they couldn't break me. The truth was, I was already broken; I broke long before they captured me. They put me in a smaller cage, beat me five times a day, and stopped giving me food and water. Fortunately, the place where they kept me was right under where the roof leaked. By some miracle, it rained every night.

Selin Midnight. I'm still awake and felt the swollen eye on my right was getting worse. Last night he went drunk again and suddenly as I tried to help him to get up because he could not even barely stand on his own, instead he hit me and I bumped to the metal cast on the wall. If only these things around me were alive, they would certainly be there to help me. They witnessed all the hardships that I got from Demir.

“I thought keeping quiet was loyalty. But it was fear. And it cost me everything.” Natalie’s eyes shone with unshed tears. “You left me with strangers. I bounced from one couch to the next. I lived in borrowed houses and ate cold food and lied about why my mom wasn’t around.” “I know.” “No, you don’t,” Natalie snapped. “You can’t know what it’s like to wonder every single night if your mom’s even alive. Or if she just forgot about you.” “I never forgot you,” Meekey said, voice cracking. “Not one day.”

The moon hung full and bright above the forest. Her chest ached. Her life had been full—warm, fierce, loved. Dave. Sandra. Morgan. Ben. Eve. A family forged in blood and loyalty. Now everything felt hollow. “Why?” she whispered to the moon. “Why rewrite me?” Images slammed into her mind—blood on grass, bodies sprawled, Joy and another figure standing over them with syringes gleaming white. Bella staggered, gripping a tree for balance. A sound snapped her to attention.

None of us ever did but there was a stubbornness inside me that would learn to be brave because the alternative, living small and quiet, denying this made me feel like a coward. I didn’t want a life where the best of me was locked behind a door I refused to open. Emily slid into the chair beside me and leaned her head on my shoulder. It was a small, human alignment, it was undramatic and perfect. For the first time since the office, I felt like the pieces might fit. “Then,” she murmured, “let’s try. And when it hurts, we tell each other.” “We tell each other,” I agreed. “We don’t let anyone else tell our story for us.”