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Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

#Newyorktimesbestseller ಥ‿ಥ Chapters soundtrack: Hideaway by Grace vanderwaal (simply love this song♥♥)

"What do you gain?" "Nothing. Everything." I moved to the window beside her. "I've been where you are. Broken. Controlled. Used as a weapon. Someone helped me. Now I help others. That's how it works." "What if we can't be fixed? What if we're too broken?" "Then we learn to live broken. Find strength in the cracks. Build something new from the pieces." I met her eyes. "You're not alone. None of you are. Not anymore."

Finn *****Late Morning — The Broken Clearing***** Everything was wrong. Not the normal wrong, like when Lucian yelled or when Mama and Dad argued about stupid things. Not even the wrong that came with running or hiding. This was something else. The air smelled burned, thick and bitter like something had died and never been buried. Ash floated down like black snow. The ground was cracked and smoking, and everywhere I looked there were people screaming, falling, bleeding. The world felt broken.

He always found the choices at the end of every page agonizing, and he would use numerous scraps of paper to bookmark certain pages so he could go back and make another choice if he didn’t like the direction his first decision led him. He was saved from his current indecision when he came across a channel playing The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert, and it had just started. Harold kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the sofa, determined to rinse away the sadness with a dose of Australian drag queens and Abba. U

I answer him with the only way I can as I stand on my toes and press my lips against his. Three months later. Breaking Through The Darkness has reached 20 million copies sold worldwide. It embodies the life of a non-fiction author, Julie Saint Matthews and her struggle with depression and loss.

I just want to enjoy my life, this is my second life already because of what happened yet revelations keep breaking me. I am a broken glass, I glued myself but then now I am broken again and this time I do not know how to fix it anymore. If it can still be fixed. “Sshh, sshh. Cry all you want, I am here okay? I’ll be with you,” Aunt Elina murmured as she pulled me into a tight hug once again. I may be so drained already that after I rested my head on Aunt Elina’s shoulder everything went black. VALEN

I roll myself once again into the living room where father is seated doing his daily reading, “I have good news, son, I've found you a mate.” He dropped the newspapers on his lap and look up at me. “You've found me a mate, how, by going out into the wilderness and asking a beast to please come and love my cripple son?” I asked, “You're not a cripple and Anabella isn't a beast.” “Anabella the omega girl who looks like she hasn't been eating since birth and that bird's nest of hair on top of her head, and don't let me get started on the way she dresses.”

Tell me where you are. For a moment, there was silence. Only the soft crackling of the candle filled the attic. Then... the temperature in the room dropped. Sonia inhaled sharply. Her breath came out as white mist. The flame of the candle bent suddenly-pushed by wind from nowhere. Then a voice, low and rough, echoed inside the attic walls. "Sonia... daughter of Marisel..." Sonia's eyes filled with tears. "Elder Bruce... it's you." "I have heard the whisper," the voice said. "I have felt the book awaken. My tribe's death was not enough to bury it. And now... a young soul dares to carry what she cannot control."

The Toll Fusilis Kendrick Broken. I’ve never seen anyone so broken. Her head slumps down as her tears wet the ashy soil. She sobs silently in front of her pack of hellhounds. They seem to respect her so much for not peeking up from the ground once. How does someone carry a burden so strong and not break it?