Unbroken Book Cover Novels & Stories

But he's not giving up on Zeenah that easily, he'll come back for her when the time is right. * Zeenah was sitting outside the large courtyard of her uncle's house. A book in one hand and a cup of cold hibiscus drink in the other hand. She was reading a book titled, 'Man, what makes him a fool' by Abu Mazeedah. It's an amazing read she won't hesitate to recommend to anyone. Her phone which was laying on her body rang and Zeenah felt like ignoring the call and proceeding with her reading. But then she picked up the call and noticed it was a new number.

Instead, she reached up and slapped me, her small hand connecting with my cheek with a surprising amount of force. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice trembling with righteous anger. "You think your arrogance gives you the right to disregard the needs of others? Move your car, now!!" My pack members, who had been waiting nearby, looked on in shock as the human woman stood up to me, the infamous Broken Alpha. I clenched my fists, torn between the urge to lash out and the grudging respect I felt for her courage. "Fine!," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

I heard Ethan sighing in defeat, and he left, not without directing one last look at me. As soon as he was gone, I rushed to my suitcase and retrieved the contents hidden inside a coat. Anne found it strange when I packed a coat on the day we left, claiming that Vegas would be scorching hot. My response at that time was "you never know," but now, looking at the whisky bottle in my hand, I knew. I knew I would need it. So, without hesitation, I opened the cap and downed it.

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.

Like a caterpillar or butterfly , she was beautiful and amazing when you looked closely . One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class walking home from school. His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friend tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land

She held a tablet in her hands, reading the latest article that had just been published online. Her breath caught in her throat. Another glowing review. Another headline praising her new collection. Another fashion magazine called her designs “a breathtaking return to brilliance.” She blinked slowly, still not fully believing what she was reading. After weeks of sabotage, stress, and uncertainty, the launch of her newest jewelry collection had finally reached the public. And the reaction was overwhelming. The collection, titled “Phoenix Reverie,” had been inspired by resilience — delicate gold flames wrapping around rare gemstones, symbolizing rebirth and strength.

The cover was cracked black leather, the crescent moon emblem etched deep like it had been carved with frozen blood. “Volume Seven,” he said, locking eyes with me. “It’s only opened when the signs of the curse begin to stir.” He placed the book in front of me, then exhaled. “This is the legacy we’ve kept hidden. Not to shield you from the truth, but from a burden you might not have been ready to carry.” I stared at the faded emblem. My hand trembled as I reached for the cover. Before I could touch it, the air in the room shifted. No wind. No sound. But something changed—like the old walls of this house were bracing for something unseen to step through.

They would expect bending. I would not bend. Not because I was unbreakable. But because something in Ravenwood had already begun to straighten. And once that happens, no amount of pressure can force it back into shape.

Her heart dropped. Dave. Morgan. Ben. Sandra. All four were staring directly at them. Her throat dried up. Maybe she could still escape. “See you guys later, I need to use the library. Bye!!” She grabbed her milkshake and bolted. ********* She turned the corner sharply—and collided with someone. Andy. Her breath caught. He looked different. His lips were busted, and one cheek was swollen. But what unsettled her the most was his eyes. Hollow. Sad.

A book with a leather binding. No diamonds. No large sums of money. No secret weapons or blueprints. Just a book. I felt stupid for a moment. Then I reached in and took it out. The weight of it was substantial and firm. The spine was strengthened with old thread and the leather has become smooth with use and age. I had never seen a single crest stamped on a cover before. A crown, dagger and an ember. All three combined to form a single horrifying symbol. I took my place at the desk and got it open. and started reading.