Unbroken Author Novels & Stories

“I guess today is as good as any to talk to people” I got ready absently. My mind a million miles away. I wandered if this was Charles plan. Maybe he wanted to try and extinguish me before I made a move. I could feel a glimmer of frustration filling me. If that was the plan, it had worked. I could feel Vivian’s eyes on me, watching me carefully. I wasn’t seasoned to war, not like this. I wanted to be strong, but how do you make strength out of nothing. I was weak, because I was broken. The world had left cracks all over my body. Cracks I had tried to hide. Once broken something is never as strong as it once was, was it? I felt like I was chasing the end of a rainbow. I could see the end goal

Somehow, she would find the strength she'd been lacking for way too long now to pull herself up and out of the muck. Looking down at the papers in her hand, she grinned at what she'd achieved for herself. It was her first real smile in almost a year. Feeling revived and full of energy, she ran into the ramshackle bedroom and dragged out the old box she hadn't looked through in too many years to count. She had sheets and sheets of paper in there, as well as backup disks with all her work from years ago. Her high school literature teacher had once told her that one day she would make an excellent author, but she'd poo-pooed it away as just another adult being nice to the orphan. She was used t

But he was interrupted by the door swinging open. "Shawn chill, you can't kill her yet." I heard a unfamiliar voice say. I opened my eyes to see another very intimidated man in the door way. He seemed very casual. No shirt, messy hair. It honestly seemed as though he had just got laid considering all the bruises on his neck. "She's our bait, she has to stay alive until they come for her." He said nonchalantly. Shawn clutched the gun tightly in his hand as he kept the gun perfectly aligned with my skull.

“I’ve been running for so long—from my past, from myself, from everything that scares me. Pretending I could keep it all locked away.” I watched her carefully, gauging her reaction. There was no shock. No disgust. Only quiet patience that somehow made it worse, because it reminded me she was waiting for me to open up. To let her in. “I’m broken, Amelia. Not just the usual scars people wear on their sleeves. I carry things—dark things—that I thought were buried deep enough that no one would ever find them.” My voice dropped to a whisper, raw and unsteady. “But you’ve found them anyway.”

Not just for herself, but for countless others who had endured shadows like hers. Her memoir, Shards into Stars, had taken two years to write and just two weeks to rocket to the top of bestseller lists. People read it not for the scandal, it barely lingered on Ethan’s cruelty, but for its marrow-deep honesty about survival, about the way broken things could be remade without pretending the cracks didn’t exist.

Ten years later... The air in the bookstore buzzed with quiet excitement. It wasn’t a stadium. No flashing lights. No cameras in her face. Just soft music, rows of worn novels, and a long line of readers holding a single book in their hands. "Signed With Silence: The Untold Story of Survival, Power, and Love" by Marie Sanchez. Victor, now eleven, stood off to the side beside his father. He was tall for his age, with his mother’s steady gaze and his father’s quiet fire. A reporter had once said he looked like a boy with a story written into his bones. They weren’t wrong.

Some small, fractured part of me wanted to be broken by him. **************** AUTHOR’S NOTE Thank you so much for reading this story. It means the world to me that you took the time to journey with these characters. Every word was written with love, and I hope you felt every emotion as deeply as I did while creating it. If you enjoyed the book, please consider leaving a review it helps more than you know and keeps me inspired to write more. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe your support truly makes a difference and keeps me inspired to bring more stories to life.

I stood there shocked with my jaw hanging open, staring at the dead bodies that were impaled by Reid's ice. I knew he was strong, but it was that moment that I knew he was going to be the most powerful alpha there ever was. I knew he was destined for great things and I can't wait to see it. The end. **** Yes, the book is over, but the story is not. Aiden and Thaddeus, along with their children, their story continues in “A Broken Alpha” series. Noah and Michael, their story is just beginning. Their story continues throughout the series.

Danica POV Sneaking back into the was easier than I thought. There was a large lattice with overgrown vines beneath my window. I think my grandmother put it there to give me a chance to have an adventure one day. Though that day hadn't come until now. The last time I was weighed in gym class, I weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. I wondered what the weight limit was for a lattice that hadn’t been reinforced in years. It's been here since I was a little girl and my grandmother used to take good care of it.

She begins. “Thank you all for coming for this event. "When I Broke Free" is written from the place of the heart. Backed up with personal experience. I couldn't have done this if I didn't make the decision to finally break free from my own free will." She continues, and I felt the pain in her voice. It's a well-packed book launch, and I felt happy meeting good authors. I have read most of their books. So we returned, and I thought probably he should drop me home since it's late already after lying to him that I'm staying with my aunty.