Unbroken Book Novels & Stories

Yours Always. Emma's Pov I woke up with a banging headache, worst than I have ever felt my whole life. My feet and wrist felt numb, I felt pains from my stomach region. It took me time to adjust to the bright room and as I looked around I noticed I was in Tobi's room. Recalling all that happened before I drifted off to darkness I couldn't help but hope Zach got what he deserved. "Thank God You're awake" Nina hugged me with a smile on her face, she helped me sit up properly and handed me a glass of water.

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."

I got it open and got in. Finding shelter: check! My body was shivering, and it was hard to move. I was freezing. A quick look around the room revealed some old fishing tools and - as by some miracle - petroleum and a box of matches. I grabbed the box. Thank God, I thought with a smile. Tree matches left and even though the petroleum was almost all gone, I was used to less back home. There was no fireplace, but a broken iron cauldron. I grabbed anything that could burn, threw it in the cauldron, and lit a fire. The flames were hot and welcoming. I smiled.

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Lena smiled a fraction wider—and it hit him like a body blow. God, he was miserable. As she swept them across at the checkout, Julian prowled the aisles back and forth, his fingers dancing over the spines but not really looking. He stood in front of the poetry aisle. A hand-scrawled notice taped to the shelf read: *"'For broken hearts and brave souls.'*" Julian snorted under his breath. *Broken* was weakness. *Bravery* was folly. But still, his hand closed over a slim book without deliberation.

Everything seemed to come back to my mind again. I don’t know what I should do. I’m confused, scared with what I might learn. I’m scared that what I’m about to learn will break me more into pieces. I don’t want this anymore. I’m fed up of being weak and how I always need to fix my broken self. If only… If only he loves me… I’ll be able to at least accept everything.

It was fourth day of the funeral all of Perez were sad, Anna was unable to believe that her elders are gone, she was crying. The four sister went inside the grandma's garden and sat beside a tree. "Soph how come you have twins what's that story" asked Lilliana. "When I left home, I went to Asbeel, he took me in as he was already in love with me, soon I discovered I was pregnant, I was afraid about my curse, so I and Asbeel had collected those books, it was easy due to our teleportation's, when I got those books it revealed something shocking, something my mother does not know, there would be two curse breakers will born who will break this curse once and for all and my kids were born, they h

she responds, looking into his eyes, waiting. Ethan points to the book again. "Here it clearly says that six-year-old children who disappear without informing their parents develop permanent stinky feet." I have to give him credit for how serious he looks while saying that. I know who she inherited that determination from. Ethan spots me but doesn't signal that he saw me; he's waiting for her to take her time constructing her argument without interruptions. Her head shakes vigorously from side to side, her reddish-brown curls hitting her shoulders.

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

Once they arrived at campus, they parted ways because Arsen had business with a professor. Now, only Claire was left standing alone in front of a tall building with walls entirely made of glass. When she turned to look at the building, she was utterly shocked. “How did I suddenly end up here?” she muttered as she hurried past the building, which turned out to be the campus bookstore. She hurried into her faculty building, glancing around repeatedly. Several students looked at her with strange expressions, which only made her more frightened. It felt as though someone was following her and trying to harm her.