Unbroken Author Novels & Stories

Everyone in the pack thought I was a gold digger. I was an outsider wolf with no family, yet Alpha Adrian had chosen me as his mate. His parents, friends, and even the elders insisted I wanted only his fortune and the title of Luna. Adrian alone believed me. Then, on the night of our mating ceremony, I asked him to lend me three hundred thousand dollars. From that night on, he was convinced I was vain and greedy, that the only thing I loved about him was the wealth he possessed as Alpha. When I begged him to attend my father's funeral, he sent me money. Six months ago, when I was diagnosed with wolfsoul degeneration, he believed I was just looking for an excuse to get money. The last time h

"What a monster! If you've got guts, go after the adults. What did the kid do to deserve this?" Despite how anxious the commenters were, Bruce still swung the knife and cut off my remaining pinky finger. It hurt! It really hurt! It hurt so much that I wanted to die. My sharp cries made the viewers watching cover their ears. Even the rapidly moving comment section froze for a moment. At that moment, a highlighted comment caught Bruce's attention. "Contact me! I am Special Forces Captain Zachary Watson!" The name "Zachary Watson" cleared my muddled brain for a moment. It was Dad! He had noticed me and was coming to rescue me!

"Then the ocean took it. For decades, it tumbled in the dark and the cold, getting smashed against rocks, ground against sand. All that violence… smoothed it out. Made it soft. Made it beautiful. Gave it a new purpose. Now it’s not trash. It’s a treasure. It tells a story the bottle never could." A girl in the front row, her hair a vibrant shade of purple, was actually watching me. "So, like, we're all just garbage getting polished?" she called out, not unkindly. The room tittered. I smiled. "In a way. I think we're all getting broken, one way or another. By choices, by loss, by things outside our control. The question isn't whether you'll get broken. The question is what you let the breakin

Carolina. It was written by Sebastian's mother. "When life becomes meaningless....poetry heals."— 5th January, 1994. I put the book back in its place before I moved on to finding the previous book I left unread. "I thought I was never going to find a new reason to live, but it seems like I finally have a reason to keep fighting. A little soul is growing inside of me, I am going to be a mother."— 18th June 1994.

She said "the Disputed who did not want to hurt the Architects, who were sad about what they did they made these places all over the universe and waited for the right time to act" The room opened up into a library with walls lined with sparkly things that held a lot of information. There were screens that turned on when they went in making the room look blue. Mira said "this is the Unbroken". She waved her hand. The screens showed pictures and papers and charts. She said "the Unbroken is not one group, it is a network, a way of thinking that has changed and grown over thousands of years". The truth was more complicated than they thought.