Unbroken Book Novels & Stories

"As something damaged and worthless. But tell me, who among you has faced what I have faced and survived? I was married to a man who never wanted me. I lived in a household that exploited me. I lost everything I had. And yet here I stand. Alive, whole, and unbroken." "Unbroken?" Marianne laughed. "You were divorced and cast out. That is the definition of broken." "No. Broken is staying where you are not wanted. Broken is accepting abuse because you are too afraid to leave. Broken is letting others define your worth. I did none of those things." Murmurs spread through the crowd. Some looked thoughtful, while others still sneered. Then a new voice cut through the noise. "How noble," the voice

Grabbing a cold cup of coffee, she sat at the little broken down table and fished one of her stories out of the box, ready to transfer the words from paper to machine. She read the little booklet that came with the computer and was a little flummoxed to find that she needed Internet connection to set the thing up. "Well crap." That was a little disconcerting after the high she'd been feeling only a minute ago. Then she remembered that there might be a way.

Danica POV Dmitry wasn’t lying when he said he would be in late. When I came home last night, the house was empty. I placed the envelope full of money on his dresser. He’d given me enough money for a life time. I hated taking charity from anyone, but Dmitry made it hard to say no. He swopped in at all the right times. Exactly when I needed him. I showered, washed my hair, and pulled out a small book I borrowed from the school library a few weeks ago.

Her instinct told her, this man must be using her but Rachel must be scared and decide to fall back, pull herself from the unexpected danger. The calm demeanor and solitude she showed Rowena, was from the thousands of days she had been through humiliation, sinister remarks and being ignored as human. She is also not a porcelain who is being groomed as a pretty vesel, being appreciated, be liked but would crumble to pieces when it is crushed to hard floor. Cassandra's soul made from a metal, she had burned in fire, being hammered with the reality of life. She can bend, melt, break but she also can back into shape as it burns again and hammers again into the mold she chooses to.

Jessica's P.O.V I clutched my aching belly, my steps unsteady as I walked out of the hospital. The sharp smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of everything I'd endured. Yet, the betrayal I felt cut deeper than any physical pain. Lucas stood not far away, his familiar gentle smile now belonging to someone else. Lilith’s siblings surrounded her with care and affection, their familial bond evident. They seemed like a real family, while I was just an unwanted guest on the sidelines.

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

His voice was laced with a deep, aching hurt, a sense of betrayal that she had allowed someone else into the darkest corners of her pain while keeping him locked out. "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry," Elodie choked out, tears now streaming freely down her face. The shame, the fear, the lingering grief she’d carried for so long, all bubbled to the surface. "I just...I couldn’t bring myself to tell you." How could she tell him that she was broken, that she couldn't give him the one thing society often deemed essential for a complete family?

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.

A memory of Jericho suddenly flashed to her mind. -Flashback- "No matter what happens, I will always be here for you," Jericho said while smiling. "I will always be the guy you can come to whenever you have a problem. Someone who would drop everything he's doing just to come to you. I promise you that you will never be alone in this world." -End of Flashback- ------- Patricia woke up after a few hours and the first thing she did was break everything she touched inside her room. She destroyed her clothes, her bed, her bags and shoes, and every single piece of furniture around her. She screamed until there's no voice to scream with anymore.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.