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"I heard you were barren too. That you survived it. That you built a life anyway. I need to know how. Cause right now there’s absolutely no reason to go on.” My heart broke for her. I saw myself in her face. I remembered that shame. It’s that sense of being deeply broken. Of being cut down to a single biological task you were unable to execute. "First," I said gently. “It’s not because you’re broken. It makes you someone who encounters a path other than the one that was predicted. And that road can be equally valuable. Just as meaningful. In a way, sometimes more so because you chose it rather than somebody choosing for you.”

“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.”

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Inside the cover, her initials were faintly composed in pencil, hardly noticeable however unmistakably hers. A bookmark poked out from a random chapter. He flipped to the page. A tiny sticky note stuck between the margins read: “This chapter made me cry the first time. You’ll probably pretend it didn’t.” He smiled and shook his head. For the next hour, he checked out-- not out of monotony, however due to the fact that it felt like connection. Every page carried her voice, her choices, her quiet way of reaching out. He highlighted a line that stated, "The world breaks everyone, and later, many are stronger at the broken locations.".

"Luna Eva! Hang in there!" Before the biting cold could consume me completely, Liam hauled me out of the water. The universal red antidote coursed down my throat, and the burning fire that had raged through my abdomen vanished instantly. I had survived. Liam had risked everything to bring me to a hidden safehouse. I lay there for three days. The red antidote gradually restored my strength, easing the poison's grip on me. However, some things were gone forever.

“They hated me just for existing. Teachers, neighbors, even kids I went to school with. Like I was… wrong. A mistake. No matter what I did, it wasn’t enough. And then I get here, and it’s the same story all over again. Different faces, same eyes watching me like I don’t belong. Except now it’s worse, because something inside me agrees with them. Like I’m too much. Too dangerous. Too broken.” Her voice cracked on the last word, and before she could turn away, I reached out. My hand caught her chin with a restraint so gentle it startled even me. My thumb brushed the damp heat of her cheek where tears had begun to gather. “Broken?” I echoed softly. “You are not broken, Nora. You are fire barely

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

than him. He hadn’t meant it lightly, I could tell and I hadn’t answered lightly either. Safer. Yes, books were safer. Stories never hurt you. They ended where they were supposed to. Characters didn’t betray you with broken promises or cold silences. Pages didn’t leave scars but Alex? He was the opposite of safe. He was chaos wrapped in control, temptation disguised as sharp suits and colder words. And yet… I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling, the shadows from the streetlights painting faint stripes across it.

I cut her off, "yeah, your family helped me. But I followed your advice and handed over everything my parents left me. I never owed you anything." *** William and I didn't change course. Francia was still the plan. It was drizzling the day we left, just enough to blur the edges. Right as we hit security, chaos. Nathan showed up—soaked, muddy, completely wrecked. "Joelle, Joelle." He grabbed my suitcase. The floor was slick—he slipped and hit the ground hard, right in front of me. "Joelle, don't leave. Please?" *** William looked like he just stepped in something nasty.