Unbroken Author Laura Hillenbrand Novels & Stories

A heavy luggage was heaviest among the rest. “Open this goddamn door, Laura!” Demir kept banging the door a couple of times and the longer he waited the harder he banged it and he did not mind if it breaks it. He wanted to see his baby because that was the only person who never judged him. Laura hear him and quickly grabbed her baby in case she needed to run away from the house. She felt the trembling knees of hers and swaddling her baby made it even hard for her to do it. “Don’t you dare come close to us!” Laura said loudly awith an emphatic tone on it. She has this sharp thing that might help her to defend herself against him.

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.

"Akai Ito An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet... Regardless of time, place or circumstance.... The thread can stretch or tangle, but it will never break." - Ancient Chinese belief. *** Prologue - Sofia Adams As long as I can remember they have always been there. Ethan Hernandez was my neighbor on the left, Nick Williams on the right. We grew up practically together. Each two years apart. Ethan was two when Nick was born and Nick was two when I was born. Which made Ethan and me four years apart. It wasn't much.

I was not sure how Sean's gal Evelyn pulled it off, but I faked a bellyache and made my way to the emergency room, where Evelyn whisked me straight into surgery. That was where I ran into Rowena. Poor Rowena had a stillborn inside her, and a C-section would blow her cover in a heartbeat. So, she was hell-bent on a natural delivery, struggling through the agony. The doctors were swarming around her, too wrapped up to give me a second glance. Rowena caught sight of me and shot me a furious look. I just grinned at her and hit play on my recorder. Sean's voice, full of urgency, filled the room.

A pack. I'd never been past Victor's borders in my life, except the road to the diner and back. My whole world had been one small gray repeating thing. Now it unrolled around me, hill after unfamiliar hill, the air turning sweeter the farther we got, and I held Lily against me and would not let myself hope. Hope was a thing that got taken away. We never reached it. They came out of the trees on both sides at once, lean and gray and grinning, and my stomach dropped through the ground. Victor's warriors. The same ones. They'd guessed where Kane was taking us and run ahead to wait.

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."

The sun over Lagos burned without mercy, turning every metal roof into a sheet of fire. At the bus stop, the air quivered with exhaust fumes, impatient honks, and voices raised in the daily battle of survival. Promise stood apart from the crowd, clutching her bag tightly against her body. Her red heels pressed into the cracked pavement, the straps biting her ankles, but her chin stayed level. The words she had written the night before pulsed through her veins: Broken shoes, unbroken steps.