Novel & Cerita The Novel Unbroken

Unbroken. “This,” I rasped, my voice low, steady, dangerous, “is not weakness. Thank you for showing me what I am capable of,” I said with a bloody smirk. The air itself seemed to shudder at my words. Leaves rustled though no wind blew. The men glanced at each other, nervous now, their bravado cracking. Something was waking inside me. Something I didn’t understand. Something I couldn’t control. And I loved it because it was mine. And it was hungry and I was aching to feed it.

“Do you understand it?” “No. I don’t think anyone could. You’re not broken in ways that have easy explanations.” He stepped closer. “You’re broken in ways that require genius to survive. You had to be smarter than the people hurting you. You had to be faster. You had to see threats before they materialized. You had to become someone new every time the old version got cornered.”

"For what? For Victoria's press conference this afternoon? For whatever new lies she's going to tell about me?" "For yourself. For the boys. For getting through this." I set down my spoon. "What if I can't get through this? What if this is the thing that finally breaks me?" "It won't." "How do you know?" "Because you've survived worse. You survived giving up Alexander. You survived almost dying in that warehouse. You survived being shot. You're the strongest person I know." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be repaired." "Not always. Sometimes they're too shattered. Too many pieces to put back together."

in a voice so small it barely moved the air. "Yeah." "Don't let them break you. Whatever they do at the camps. Don't let them." I flexed my fingers behind my back. My left hand could still make a fist. My right hand could still grip. Three years invisible and three weeks seen and both versions of me destroyed by the people who were supposed to love me, and whatever was left after all of that was lying on the floor of a cart heading south with rope burns on her wrists and gravel in her cheek. The wheels kept turning. The girl in the back corner rocked. Pria's breathing evened out against my shoulder as she fell asleep.

Unbroken. The camera, my only window into that cell, was gone. She’d found it in complete darkness, dismantled it piece by piece, and left me blind. Because of that, I’d ordered two guards stationed outside her door, rotating every few hours. Their instructions were simple: if she made a sound, any sound, I was to be notified immediately. She hasn’t. She hasn’t asked for water. She hasn’t asked for food. She hasn’t asked for anything. As the hours dragged on, a thought I’d been avoiding finally surfaced, sharp and undeniable.

"But we didn't just survive, Aurora. Survival is just staying alive. Survival is treading water." He paused. He looked at his children. At Ethan, who had saved the legacy. At Hope, who had painted the truth. At River, who had taught them to open the door. At Grace, who was the promise of the future. "We became something else," Liam said. "We became unbreakable." He turned back to her. "Not because we are hard," he said softly. "Not because we are stone. But because we know how to hold each other when we break."

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.