Novel & Cerita Unbroken Novel Pdf

Rocca estate. When Steven rushed back, he found Ada a wreck—hair wild, clothes ripped, face streaked with dirt and tears. She looked like something dragged out of hell. She had Oliver locked in a room, clinging to him, refusing to open the door for anyone. The second Miranda saw Steven, her eyes lit up like she'd just found an anchor. "Steven, Ada's lost it, but Ollie's innocent. You have to save him!" Steven's face was haggard, his bloodshot eyes dull with exhaustion. He gave a tight nod, ordered the door forced open, and stepped inside.

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.

"The Great Demise: The Fall of the Moon Goddess" I turn to the first page, thankful for the late afternoon light that stretches in through the broken roof above me. Skimming over the words, I decide I should take the book back with me to read it more in-depth. The inscription in the beginning tells me that it is the history of the Alaskan pack, which is exactly why I came here. Shoving the book into my backpack, I pull the straps tight onto my shoulders before carefully stepping out of the rubble at my feet until I am outside. Going downhill takes much less time than going uphill, and I make it to the broken truck in no time.

I'll keep every promise I made. Then he closed the door. And the breakup I'd been about to say died in my throat. When I woke up the next morning, Joshua was already gone. For the first time, I opened the door to the room I'd never been allowed to enter. A sketchbook sat on the desk. I flipped it open. The first drawing was of a woman with her clothes half off. Gwen. The sketch wasn't even finished. I remembered begging Joshua to draw me once. He'd refused.

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.

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.

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The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

He's the one Alpha Noah is not afraid of. He knows what his mate can do to him because he's an Alpha. He has the ability to use the Alpha command on him. He can command him to hold still while he has his way with him, something he's experienced many times. ‘An Alpha did that to me. He broke me until there was nothing left. He took my innocence at the fucking age of eight! He beat me and broke my bones so many times I lost count. He kept me in a dark room, chained me, and left me hanging there. He didn't just break my body, he broke my spirit and took everything from me until there was nothing left, and I could barely lift my head, let alone drag myself to the corner to use the bathroom like