Unbroken Full Book Novels & Stories

Not a word… just that. And it undid me.We left together, all four of us.No shouting, no slammed doors, no courtrooms or threats.Just a strange, broken quiet.But sometimes, broken things can still hold.Sometimes, they hold even more.And this? This was the beginning of something else.A signal in the dark and we were all listening now.As we stepped into the cold, no one said a word but Aaron didn’t let go of the book. I didn’t ask for it back maybe this was how it began, without grand gestures or perfect lines.

“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.”

Healing was not linear. But tonight, something fundamental had shifted. Her walls had not shattered. They had opened. And as she turned off the lights and prepared for sleep, a quiet certainty settled inside her: This was not a reckless leap. It was a careful unfolding. And for the first time since everything had broken, she was no longer bracing for impact. She was leaning into possibility.

I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashed cold water on my face, and looked at my reflection. Puffy eyes. Pale skin. My lips were cracked and dry. I looked like someone who’d been run over by life and then reversed on for good measure. I didn’t bother with makeup. No point pretending I had it together. Downstairs, the house felt like a shell. My house. The one Damian and I bought after everything I’ve been through. And now here I was, being broken all over again. I made coffee, not because I wanted it, but because it was routine. I needed something normal this morning. Something to hold on to. I didn’t even drink it. Just held the mug, letting the heat seep into my fingers.

When everyone has moved out of my way I finally set eyes on a young boy slumped against the wall. From his dishevelled appearance, it's obvious he is feverish, sweating, and feeling the aching pull between us. It suddenly struck me he may not even realise what is happening. When he opens his beautiful hooded eyes and looks at me I feel like some invisible force took hold of my heart and squeezed. I hear more mocking voices, and unbelievable insults considering who I am. Believe me, they won't get away with it.

“I prayed and asked for an angel. And my prayers were answered.” “What? Are you saying a miracle happened?” Julia asked. “Yes, I was so sick that when I went to get water, I fell down a flight of steps.” “Oh Lord! I knew I should have never left there alone.” Uncle Yazzy exclaims. “I was badly bruised, and I could not quench my thirst. I must have crawled to the kitchen for water and I collasped in front of the refrigerator door.” “Stop, this sounds awful.” Her auntie said.

There was guilt in her eyes. But something else too. Loneliness. They learned they were neighbors. Foreigners in unfamiliar ways — one Japanese woman afraid of failing as a first-time mother, one Korean woman isolated in a new country, married to a distant businessman who was rarely home. Their children grew up like pieces of a puzzle fitting together. Aika’s son: Haru Takahashi. Tae Ha’s twins: Lee Tae Yeon and Lee Tae Min. Especially Tae Min and Haru.

"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.

Yet… even after all that security, I felt vulnerable and defeated as the memories of the people being slaughtered and sheer demonic violence rushed into my head as I leafed through the burnt pages of that book. The book was last rented by a girl preparing for the medical entrance exam to bring her family out of poverty and permanently shift to Arginieth to have a better life. Seems this was the last book she would ever rent. Not just her body, but her dreams and the future of her family buried under this debris with this book. I looked at the sky and took a deep breath. “What’s the point?” I mumbled to myself as I threw the book back into the mountain of debris, which had once been a temple

I nodded, and we walked together in silence going back to his house. “Which pack are you from?” he broke the silence, and his question broke my heart. I had no home anymore and no parents. That pack is no longer my home. Golden Moon pack is no longer my home, not after what happened. It hurts thinking this way. I grew up in that pack, I had friends there, a family and now they are all gone. Well, most of them. He must have seen my sadness, and he spoke. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He tells me.