Unbroken Full Book Novels & Stories

The Unbroken Collection continued travelling across Europe. More women came forward. More stories emerged. More conversations happened. The movement had become larger than any of them. Larger than the gallery. Larger than Paris. Larger than Claire. The irony wasn't lost on Jessica. The very thing Claire believed in most had happened. The story had survived. A week later, a letter arrived. Not an email. Not a text. A real letter. Handwritten. Delivered by post. The sight alone felt unusual. Almost old fashioned.

Her eyes flickered back to the past for a second, focusing a few seconds later. I used the hot glue and tape, setting to work. The result made me realize mending books was not a suitable career choice. It still looked like a tattered old book, but at least everything was held together. I had glued one of the pages on backwards, making the page numbers not quite add up. The cover had been taped back together, but was still missing chunks. The entire process filled me with the first shred of relaxation I had since coming here. I felt like I was piecing back some parts of my life. My heart was still shattered, but was being held together just like this book. The thought was comforting, that eve

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

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.

Zharn's mother smiled from the other side of the table next to her husband and first child. "Indeed." His father curtly replied. "Thank you." I gave my brightest rehearsed smile, hoping it looked as good as it did in my dresser's mirror. I sat down, placing my purse on my lap, and Zharn sat next to me. "Before I forget, I got you something." "You can't have anything I like except for your ginger hair." She replied coolly. "What about a book by Jamilla Coover, the final book of this Break Me series?" I raised up the black and purple popular mystery thriller novel.

Her instinct told her, this man must be using her but Rachel must be scared and decide to fall back, pull herself from the unexpected danger. The calm demeanor and solitude she showed Rowena, was from the thousands of days she had been through humiliation, sinister remarks and being ignored as human. She is also not a porcelain who is being groomed as a pretty vesel, being appreciated, be liked but would crumble to pieces when it is crushed to hard floor. Cassandra's soul made from a metal, she had burned in fire, being hammered with the reality of life. She can bend, melt, break but she also can back into shape as it burns again and hammers again into the mold she chooses to.

Danica POV Dmitry wasn’t lying when he said he would be in late. When I came home last night, the house was empty. I placed the envelope full of money on his dresser. He’d given me enough money for a life time. I hated taking charity from anyone, but Dmitry made it hard to say no. He swopped in at all the right times. Exactly when I needed him. I showered, washed my hair, and pulled out a small book I borrowed from the school library a few weeks ago.

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

The shelves had been scattered around and books were flying all around the small space. My left leg was stuck under one of the shelves and i had to manage and pull it off in an awkward position with just two of my hands until my leg was free and i could feel the enormous pain but that did not stop me from finding the book. I had been searching while struggling with a broken foot for a book that held the rest of my future, and when i finally found it, i was completely shattered. I did not want to cry, i could not, all along i told myself i was iron woman, made of steel and nothing would break me. Nothing could.

My hands curled into fists at my sides. “How could I not be bitter?” I snapped before I could stop myself. The words rushed out, fueled by months of fear I’d been burying deep inside my chest. “After everything I’ve been through, after everything I lost, you expect me to just trust anyone again? You expect me to just allow someone into my life like nothing ever happened?” My voice trembled, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. “You know what it took for me to stand again,” I continued, my eyes burning as I stared at him. “You know how broken I was. And now you bring another woman into my space and tell me not to be bitter?”