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It was a tiny little thing with broken wings and missing feathers, but it was there nonetheless, crying to be seen. I couldn’t help but wonder, if I worked hard enough in making this medicine, and if it worked, and I did something for this pack that no one else in it could do… Would I finally be someone worthy of him?

With nowhere to direct his rage, Dylan kicked the shelf in the corner over. He scanned the empty quarter as a sense of dread overtook him. “Sarah… “I hope she isn’t trying to do anything drastic…” Dylan smashed the window. The broken shards flew everywhere, cutting his arm. The sharp pang reminded him of Sarah’s scarred body. By the looks of the injuries, she must be hurting. He could not fathom the extent of Sarah’s suffering. She survived five years on a remote island, only to be reduced to a servant upon her return.

Thirty full minutes passed. When the pain finally eased, I grabbed the first-aid kit and carefully rubbed burn cream over my hand. Then I looked up. Another note had appeared on the wish wall. [When Nellie asked what I wanted for my birthday, I almost said divorce. But then I thought about the school she gave up for me and all the years she wasted on me, so I said the same wish as always.] [I'll make my real wish here instead.] [I hope I can be there whenever Gwen needs me.]

"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

Ohhh" she replied. "Take your time, I just want you to know that I like you very much, and I want you very much" "You also want to marry me, make me the mother of your kids? " Yes, can I propose now? Her beautiful eyes were amused. ________________________________________ Hurting myself was what I do Best, lingering on broken memories. What's broken is broken. It can't be fixed. Still my heart felt used. Fekit discarded, even hurting her hurts me more than it should.

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

The screen lit up briefly — 6:30 PM — before flashing the dreaded red battery warning. “Oh no,” Haru muttered. “My phone’s about to die.” “Already?” Tae Min raised an eyebrow. “It won’t even last a minute.” Before Haru could panic further, Tae Min calmly took off his backpack and unzipped it. “Here,” he said, pulling out a power bank and charger. “Use this.” Haru blinked. “You brought a power bank?” “Yeah. Just in case I needed it.” Tae Min held it out to him. “Since you’re the one who needs it more, take it.”

The evil still reigns but hey, there is still big secrets in the dark that needs a great light to shine upon, secrets yet to be unravelled. > Author’s note; thank you for reading, stay safe.

Then back at me. "I knew your mother," she said. "Before Blackwood. I was the one who let her through the servants' gate the night she arrived." "I know. You've told me—" "I told you she came running from the north." Maren's jaw worked. "I did not tell you what she was carrying." The wind died. "She had a bundle in one arm and a stone in the other," Maren said. "Gray-white. Smooth. River rock. She would not put it down, not to eat, not to sleep, not to birth you." I could not breathe. "She told me it was the only thing keeping the whisper out."

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...