Novel & Cerita Unbroken Full Book

"I was in Mordaunt's cell. He tortured me. Showed me my mother's death. Promised me the same execution stake. Wanted me broken." "Are you broken?" Marie asks. "Yes. Completely." I don't lie. "But broken doesn't mean defeated. I'm standing here. Armed. Ready to kill the people who tried to destroy me. That's not defeat." The women nod. Understanding. We're all broken. All damaged. All carrying trauma that will never fully heal. But we're standing anyway. Callum appears beside me. He's armed for war. Silver everywhere. Determination and fear mixing on his face.

"You're not giving up now. Not after everything you've survived to get here." "What if I can't handle any more? What if I've reached my limit?" "You haven't. You're stronger than you think." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken people don't work eighteen hour days perfecting every detail of a collection. Broken people don't stand up to board members who doubt them. Broken people don't survive what you've survived and keep fighting." Lucien shifted slightly so he could see my face. "You're exhausted and overwhelmed and pregnant—"

"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.

"For what? For Victoria's press conference this afternoon? For whatever new lies she's going to tell about me?" "For yourself. For the boys. For getting through this." I set down my spoon. "What if I can't get through this? What if this is the thing that finally breaks me?" "It won't." "How do you know?" "Because you've survived worse. You survived giving up Alexander. You survived almost dying in that warehouse. You survived being shot. You're the strongest person I know." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be repaired." "Not always. Sometimes they're too shattered. Too many pieces to put back together."

He fulfilled all of my dreams to creating a family together, the realization burnt more than even fire could. My heart wrenched into two. If not more than anything I wanted to have a child with Lyssa. It was nothing more but a shattered dream. This love story was messy. It was everything but; sweet and lasting. There was no beautiful ending. Right from the very beginning, there were lots of hurdles, lot of heartbreak, lot's of pain. It was going to end that same way. I felt strangely comforted tho by her words, she could never regret us. No matter how broken this love was, no matter how messy and painful it was.

She felt sixteen again, barefoot in that shelter, a paper bead bracelet on her wrist, and a secret in her chest that she thought would kill her if spoken aloud. Then she saw Marla’s smile in her mind. And River’s hands building bookshelves. And her own feet walking into a world she was told she’d never survive. She breathed in. And began. “There was a night I thought would be my last,” she said. “A night where I left a hotel room, pregnant, invisible, and convinced no one would ever care. But here’s the thing about brokenness. It doesn’t mean you’re done. It means you’re in process.

After the special forces team got into their vehicles, I was finally stabilized after emergency treatment. The medic closed the ambulance doors, and everyone prepared to leave. Only Evonne, who had been pretending to be unconscious, remained lying alone on the ground—ignored by everyone like a bag of trash.

It wouldn’t stop until every one of them was broken. ☠️ End of Chapter 22

"I'm not afraid of trouble. You helped me, so I help you. It's that simple." It wasn't simple. Nothing in my life had ever been simple. But I let myself walk. One step between me and that house, then another. We went until the trees closed over the gate behind us, until I couldn't find the border when I looked back. And step by step, the thing that had lived clenched in my chest for six years began, just a little, to come loose. I kept waiting for the catch. For Victor's hand to land on my shoulder, for the whole night to tear like wet paper. It didn't come. There was only the cold, and Lily's hand in mine, and the dark trees closing over the only home I had ever known.

Unbroken. “This,” I rasped, my voice low, steady, dangerous, “is not weakness. Thank you for showing me what I am capable of,” I said with a bloody smirk. The air itself seemed to shudder at my words. Leaves rustled though no wind blew. The men glanced at each other, nervous now, their bravado cracking. Something was waking inside me. Something I didn’t understand. Something I couldn’t control. And I loved it because it was mine. And it was hungry and I was aching to feed it.