Unbroken 2 Novels & Stories

But how? The bullet had launched itself dangerously close to his liver, but since he was still alive, I guessed that it was stuck between the ribs or fragments of broken ribs, which so far had protected its host. If he was going to live, I needed to remove the bullet, clean the wound, and make sure it didn’t become infected. “Trying to keep him alive,” I answered, and tried to figure out what I had available. Alcohol, my pocketknife, and my dress, if I needed new bandages. The only thing missing was medicine…

Unbroken. Whatever came next, we’d face it. Together. Always together. That was enough. That was everything. That was how we’d win.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Her luggage was checked before she picked it up and settled down at the waiting lot with many other passengers. Denise drew in a long breath and exhaled. Several thoughts ran through her mind. " What if I get stranded? I don't know anyone in Cuba. I've never been there..." " What if I get robbed and shot?" A little boy about five years of age ran over to his parents who were sitting in front of her. " Mum, are we really going to see daddy today?" he asked. " Of course, honey...Your daddy is waiting for us" his mum had replied.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

And no matter how much she fought, no matter how much she resisted, the bonds between them—both physical and emotional—seemed unbreakable. For the first time since leaving Crescent Moon Pack, Elara felt the weight of true helplessness. And she didn’t know how much longer she could hold on. Elara stood in the dimly lit cave, staring at the narrow opening that led to the rogue village beyond. The rogue slum sprawled out before her, a broken and desolate place filled with makeshift homes and crumbling structures. It was a harsh, unforgiving world—a stark contrast to the orderly life she had known as part of Crescent Moon Pack.

Yours Always. Emma's Pov I woke up with a banging headache, worst than I have ever felt my whole life. My feet and wrist felt numb, I felt pains from my stomach region. It took me time to adjust to the bright room and as I looked around I noticed I was in Tobi's room. Recalling all that happened before I drifted off to darkness I couldn't help but hope Zach got what he deserved. "Thank God You're awake" Nina hugged me with a smile on her face, she helped me sit up properly and handed me a glass of water.

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."

"Deanna, what did you just say? "Didn’t you say before that this child was the treasure your whole family had been waiting for? That I was a hero to your family? That you’d treat me well for the rest of your life? How can you turn on me like this?!" "That was before!" Deanna screamed, her voice breaking. "Look at the situation now! My company is being destroyed. Your family is collapsing. I’m not going down with you! We’re breaking up right now. Stop clinging to me!"

And I had to save her. As I poured another drink, a sudden loud crash echoed through the house. It sounded like shattered glass. I rushed toward the noise, and saw her scrambling on the floor to pick up a broken vase. The sight made me halt. Her bandaged shoulder was bleeding again…fresh, bright red, dripping down her arm. I crouched before her and held her wrists before she could pick up the sharp pieces with her bare hands. “Have you lost it?” I snapped at her, the frustration was thick in my voice. “What the hell are you thinking walking around when you haven’t even started healing?”

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.