Novel & Cerita Unbroken Author

Raven POV This morning is like all the others, I wake up at 4:30am to start breakfast for my mother, Mary, and once that is done I have to clean the whole house top to bottom so that it's finished by the time she wakes up for breakfast. Once i finish everything it is around 7am, which is 30 minutes before the warrior training starts and I am never late. I run up the stairs to throw on a bright green sports bra and dark grey leggings, once dressed I take a quick look in the mirror to make sure I look ok and what I see staring back at me isn't someone i recognize anymore. I have a bruise on the side of my cheek and some bruising on my stomach that is starting to fade, but is definitely still v

Tonya made a moan of disgust and walked towards the small kitchen to get her chores done for the brief moment Thaddeus was out of the house. Thaddeus slept round the clock. It was a dip of fresh air for Tonya, this was the only moment she got herself to read. She always imagined living in a fancy house with a massive archive of books in her library. If she had the power, her house would be just a huge library. She smiled at herself as the thought crossed her mind once again. It was always difficult, with everyone around, the constant greetings and chatting and so on, the noise from down the street, cars honking and the occasional noises of people fighting or shouting about one thing or the o

It will be a weapon that I can use in dealing with the coming trials and will remind me that I can survive no matter what. I will leave this chapter of my life and be ready to face another stage. As a mother, child, sister, and friend who will continue to fight the challenges of life. The woman who gets hurt but still fighting. I am HAILEY HIAN AMARANTH, The Broken who choose to be The Martyr for the man I truly love.

It was a tiny little thing with broken wings and missing feathers, but it was there nonetheless, crying to be seen. I couldn’t help but wonder, if I worked hard enough in making this medicine, and if it worked, and I did something for this pack that no one else in it could do… Would I finally be someone worthy of him?

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.

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.

The cold-hearted Don, the wife used as a pawn, the opulent estate, even the layout of the rooms was identical. Most terrifyingly, every expression and every word uttered by the Don in the book was like looking in a mirror. "Damn it!" I slammed the book shut, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. "Don?" Lily looked at me with concern. "You look unwell..." I ignored her and flipped to the last page of the book. In the acknowledgements, at the very end, was a single line: "To the one who was once my whole world, and who personally shattered it. Even if he never sees these words, I want to tell him: I have learned to be reborn from the ruins."

Rocca estate. When Steven rushed back, he found Ada a wreck—hair wild, clothes ripped, face streaked with dirt and tears. She looked like something dragged out of hell. She had Oliver locked in a room, clinging to him, refusing to open the door for anyone. The second Miranda saw Steven, her eyes lit up like she'd just found an anchor. "Steven, Ada's lost it, but Ollie's innocent. You have to save him!" Steven's face was haggard, his bloodshot eyes dull with exhaustion. He gave a tight nod, ordered the door forced open, and stepped inside.

“They hated me just for existing. Teachers, neighbors, even kids I went to school with. Like I was… wrong. A mistake. No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. And then I get here, and it’s the same story all over again. Different faces, same eyes watching me like I don’t belong. Except now it’s worse, because something inside me agrees with them. Like I’m too much. Too dangerous. Too broken.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and before she could turn away, I reached out. My hand caught her chin with a restraint so gentle it startled even me. My thumb brushed the damp heat of her cheek where tears had begun to gather. “Broken?” I echoed softly. “You are not broken, Nora. You are fire barely

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."