Unbroken Book Novels & Stories

Left them in the fridge—don't forget to eat! But the last note she ever wrote? [Wil, Earth's just too bitter. I'm heading back to Planet Bunny! Don't worry—I'll visit often! (#^.^#)] William was always swamped. School, the company—his whole life felt like one endless war. But when the battles finally ended... All that waited was her cold body, pulled from a lake. She had tried. Really tried. Joined support groups—depression, aphasia, whatever she could find.

com/The-Gladewater-Series-101896935653764 Book Two UNBROKEN – Maggie and Zane’s story. They seem like the perfect couple, but does Zane have a past they can’t recover from? Released June 10, 2022. Available now on Kindle, KU, and A****n. Book Three REDEEMED - JT and Sofia’s story JT has sworn off women after a trauma he can’t get past. Will Maggie’s over-protective brother find a love of his own? Released October 20, 2022. Available now on Kindle, KU, and A****n.

With sexual violence and abuse triggers, it is for above 18 and especially for the readers who think that they can handle such a story. Disclaimer No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without written permission of the author. His Broken Princess © A. Gupta 2021.All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events andincidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living

“It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. What it cost. What it took to correct it.” I looked at Michael Adeyemi in the third row. He met my gaze steadily. “But it’s also and this is the part I didn’t expect when I began a book about what comes after. About the particular work of building something real from the ruins of something broken. About the people who helped with that work and the surprising directions from which help arrived.” I paused. “It’s a love story, which I also didn’t plan. But the truth of the last two years insisted on including itself.”

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?

Their words didn’t fix anything, but they gave me something sacred: permission to break open. And I watched the video of my press conference. Just once. Not to admire how I looked. I still hated the way my voice caught near the end. But to remind myself: that man—who stood at a podium, looked the world in the eye, and chose truth over image? He was real. He was me. --- Emerald didn’t visit. She didn’t call. But one morning, a package arrived. Wrapped in brown paper, no return address. Inside, a book. A Field Guide to Getting Lost by Rebecca Solnit. No inscription—just a single yellow sticky note, pressed to the inside cover in her handwriting.

It was clear the damage was caused by an attack and not decay of age. My chest sank deeper recalling the witch I met at the outskirts saying if my mother chose to stay alive they might have won the war. I pressed forward anyway, weaving through collapsed beams and scattered stones until something caught my eye, a small book half-buried in dirt, its leather cover cracked, pages swollen. I flipped it open and the first words nearly stopped my breath. “I couldn't go through with the abortion,” the rest of the words faded and I flipped trying to make sense of the first words I read.

Inside are children's books about dinosaurs, gorgeous hardcover editions with detailed illustrations. There's a note on top in handwriting I recognize now. "For Julian's collection, and for you, some peace." Underneath the dinosaur books is another book, slim and elegant, poetry about resilience and finding yourself. My hands shake as I open it and see an inscription on the inside cover in Marcus's careful script. Elena, you are not lost, you are not broken, you are becoming, and becoming is the bravest thing anyone can do, keep going. I read it three times, something in my chest cracking open, not breaking but opening like a door.

"May, I've put up with you for far too long. Flaunting your fancy job, dictating 'you're in charge of the world outside, I handle home affairs.' I'm the man! I'm no slave of yours! "Rowena is different. She loves me, treats me like I'm her world, and gives me the dignity of a man." Rowena, the neighbor I had always looked out for, stood smirking behind him. "Thanks a million for handing over such a catch, May. Oh, and those healthy kids, too. Without you, I'd be at a loss with my own dead baby." I tried to fight back but was mercilessly pushed under the water. In my final moments, I saw my real daughter, the one they had switched, screaming to stop those monsters, only to be struck until she

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.