Unbroken Brain Novels & Stories

Ohhh" she replied. "Take your time, I just want you to know that I like you very much, and I want you very much" "You also want to marry me, make me the mother of your kids? " Yes, can I propose now? Her beautiful eyes were amused. ________________________________________ Hurting myself was what I do Best, lingering on broken memories. What's broken is broken. It can't be fixed. Still my heart felt used. Fekit discarded, even hurting her hurts me more than it should.

Jack stated with desperation in his voice. Jack was actually worried Brianna would doubt his words for a fool, brainwashed by the enemy when she was unconscious. And he was worried because he was aware his intelligence was not as sharp as Brianna's. He could be correct, but he cannot ignore the possibilities of being wrong. Jack was also in the process of understanding, analyzing, and considering this and that in all the information his brain has received. Information that seemed too different from what they had been told a long time ago and reminded again and again over time.

I waited in the hallway, my stomach in knots, Liora pacing restlessly in my mind. Finally, the door opened. Dr. Steve gestured me inside. My mother sat on the examination table, looking small and frightened. I went to her side, took her hand. Dr. Steve pulled up images on a large screen. X-rays. Brain scans. Areas highlighted in red. "Ms. Moonhollow." His voice was serious. "Your mother has a significant injury to her brain. Specifically, the Broca's area the part responsible for speech production." I stared at the screen. "What caused it?"

"That is just amazing. Welcome home, Mr. Bennet." "Oh, this is not my home. How I wish it were in a different lifetime, my home, but my life is not my own. I am due back at headquarters tomorrow. I did have a favour to ask, though. Was I hoping to test this other medication I have made on someone with light burned blindless? My aunt Liza said there was a young girl who was shot with a blast from a demon?"

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

" As I finished speaking, I heard gasps from the crowd surrounding me. The series of revelations was almost too much for the spectators to process. "So Mr. Smith isn't the person we thought he was. It's understandable how he would treat his wife's family poorly after being betrayed like that, isn't it?" "Oh, poor child. Isn't his son only a year old?"

A girl who loved cookies, hated math homework, laughed with friends, and occasionally argued with her parents about bedtime. The bridge remained stable. The realms stayed balanced. And Luna learned that being exceptional didn't mean sacrificing everything. Sometimes, the bravest thing you could do was just be yourself. Even when yourself was impossibly unique.

“Do you know the trauma that was inflicted to me when my parents passed on? When I had to survive alone with Aunt Margaret?” I let the tears drop, causing Bryan to stare with pity.

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.

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.