Unbroken Full Book Novels & Stories

"May, I've put up with you for far too long. Flaunting your fancy job, dictating 'you're in charge of the world outside, I handle home affairs.' I'm the man! I'm no slave of yours! "Rowena is different. She loves me, treats me like I'm her world, and gives me the dignity of a man." Rowena, the neighbor I had always looked out for, stood smirking behind him. "Thanks a million for handing over such a catch, May. Oh, and those healthy kids, too. Without you, I'd be at a loss with my own dead baby." I tried to fight back but was mercilessly pushed under the water. In my final moments, I saw my real daughter, the one they had switched, screaming to stop those monsters, only to be struck until she

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

Finn *****Late Morning — The Broken Clearing***** Everything was wrong. Not the normal wrong, like when Lucian yelled or when Mama and Dad argued about stupid things. Not even the wrong that came with running or hiding. This was something else. The air smelled burned, thick and bitter like something had died and never been buried. Ash floated down like black snow. The ground was cracked and smoking, and everywhere I looked there were people screaming, falling, bleeding. The world felt broken.

The moon hung full and bright above the forest. Her chest ached. Her life had been full—warm, fierce, loved. Dave. Sandra. Morgan. Ben. Eve. A family forged in blood and loyalty. Now everything felt hollow. “Why?” she whispered to the moon. “Why rewrite me?” Images slammed into her mind—blood on grass, bodies sprawled, Joy and another figure standing over them with syringes gleaming white. Bella staggered, gripping a tree for balance. A sound snapped her to attention.

I did not belong here. The restricted section wasn’t for people like me—not unless you had high clearance or knew someone on the inside. I had neither. I was good at getting into places and out again that people could not easily see, though, and desperation had its peculiar knack of opening doors that nobody intended you to go through at all. The book on my knees was bound in a cracked leather, loose at the seams, and torn here and there in the spine. Symbols danced across the page, some I recognized, others that seemed to shimmer just out of comprehension. But I kept reading. I had to.

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

I can be very persistent when I need to be. I need to be at school half an hour before classes start tomorrow to see the principal and be told the rules. Rules are pointless for me because I don’t follow them. I break them. The principal wants me to get a buddy to show me around, someone who will be in my classes. How old am I? Ten? I don’t need someone to escort me around. I can find my way. Whoever I get stuck with won’t last long. I will put them off escorting me within the first hour. It is usually a good boy/girl type they get to do these things. I will become a bad influence on them. The principal will learn the hard way. If I can request someone, that may be a different story. I could

And when she gave it to Simmy, he couldn't read it because the pages were empty. “Yes, I remember now, but the book was torn at the last page, and I couldn't find it again.” “That's because it doesn't want to be found. It only appears when you need it the most.” Odessa was getting more confused. “What is that supposed to mean?” “That's beside the point, Odessa. The point is, I read the whole book.” Her eyes widened in disbelief. “Everything?” “Yes. Everything,” he answered calmly. “And I can tell you how to break the snap.”

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Jessica's P.O.V I clutched my aching belly, my steps unsteady as I walked out of the hospital. The sharp smell of disinfectant lingered in the air, a bitter reminder of everything I'd endured. Yet, the betrayal I felt cut deeper than any physical pain. Lucas stood not far away, his familiar gentle smile now belonging to someone else. Lilith’s siblings surrounded her with care and affection, their familial bond evident. They seemed like a real family, while I was just an unwanted guest on the sidelines.