Unbroken Brain Novels & Stories

Her smile was soft, composed, perfectly measured. “An emotional backlash,” she said lightly, addressing the crowd before anyone else could. “The Moon resists sudden severance. It happens.” The elders exchanged uncertain glances. I was still kneeling where the guards had left me. The bond throbbed faintly in my chest , not broken, not gone. Just… buried. Alpha Xander did not look at me. One of the elders frowned. “It should have severed.” Xander’s jaw tightened, “And it did!” A small pause, “Remove her,” he ordered.

Doc Kelvin, explains the gravity of the situation. " I don't care. I want him dead" She yells before her brain monitor starts beeping and everyone starts panicking. " Calm her down doc. Her brain waves are off the charts. Her brain cells will get fried" an unfamiliar doctor says in a panic. Doctor Kelvin quickly injects her with some kind of drug. She doesn't lose consciousness, nor calm down instead she persist with her fit. The doctors says all sorts of things to keep her calm but she doesn't ontill uncle opens his mouth and tables a suggestions.

And I could only think that it was because of Nick. It didn't have to be like that; I just wanted to be there for her and help. I wanted to see Sofia become herself again. I wanted our friendship back. I observed her slow improvement from a distance. Her withdrawal symptoms had eased, but she always seemed too spacey, distracted. As if she wasn't really there. And that was my fear. If she no longer had alcohol as an escape, maybe her brain would find some other way to shut down and distance herself from everything.

At least hunger is something I can identify, measure, understand. The betrayal? That's a wound that won't stop bleeding no matter how many times I tell myself to move on.

My head leaned against the cold glass of the window, and every thud of my heart echoed like a drum in my skull. The whiskey burnt through my veins, numbing me yet somehow magnifying everything I wanted to forget. And then her face slipped into my mind. Ava. Like she always did. It was almost cruel, the way my drunk brain latched onto her. The way her smile could light up the darkest room, the way her voice lingered like a song long after she stopped speaking. Even drunk, even broken, even with everything I kept locked up, she found a way in. By the time the SUV pulled up to my apartment building, I could barely stand.

“I didn’t know it was possible to love this much. It makes everything feel louder, brighter, and scarier too.” She wraps her arms around me and holds on tight. “That’s what love does. It opens you up. Makes you brave and vulnerable all at once. But I’d rather you feel all of this than walk through life numb.” “I used to think I was broken,” I whisper. “Before I met them. Before I understood what I was. I always felt I was different, that I didn’t really fit. But now… now I feel more whole than I ever have.” Mum presses a kiss to my head. “You were never broken. You just hadn’t found the ones who could see all your pieces and love you harder because of them.”

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

He suffered several fractured ribs and a bad concussion that had him in a coma-like state. In the bleakest hour in the middle of the night. Ross finally woke up in delusion. He looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings. He was trying to make sense of his situation and where he was. The last thing Ross's brain recalls, he was trying to get to New York to Kincaid medical. When he realized he was in the hospital. He wondered if it was Kincaid medical. Now, he was trying to figure out how he got here in this condition. “Do I have the virus? Was I in an accident here in New York?”

He's the one Alpha Noah is not afraid of. He knows what his mate can do to him because he's an Alpha. He has the ability to use the Alpha command on him. He can command him to hold still while he has his way with him, something he's experienced many times. ‘An Alpha did that to me. He broke me until there was nothing left. He took my innocence at the fucking age of eight! He beat me and broke my bones so many times I lost count. He kept me in a dark room, chained me, and left me hanging there. He didn't just break my body, he broke my spirit and took everything from me until there was nothing left, and I could barely lift my head, let alone drag myself to the corner to use the bathroom like

"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.