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They were holding them some commoner. "You're father gave him permission." Alexander Maxford, Franklin's younger brother, and Angela's uncle walked towards them. "What?" Angela exclaimed in shock. "You know what to do." Alexander gave the signal. His brother's henchmen grabbed Joram and took off his pants and underwear. Angela's eyes widened in shock. She could not believe that her uncle would let her see this kind of evil deed. She watched as his father's men tortured Joram with wide eyes. But she couldn't take it anymore. His screams echo on the entire property. Angela closed her eyes.

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

Her smile was soft, composed, perfectly measured. “An emotional backlash,” she said lightly, addressing the crowd before anyone else could. “The Moon resists sudden severance. It happens.” The elders exchanged uncertain glances. I was still kneeling where the guards had left me. The bond throbbed faintly in my chest , not broken, not gone. Just… buried. Alpha Xander did not look at me. One of the elders frowned. “It should have severed.” Xander’s jaw tightened, “And it did!” A small pause, “Remove her,” he ordered.

“What?” “They told me I had less than a year to live.” His heart dropped. She smiled sadly. “I can still remember my uncle breaking down in that room. He grabbed the doctor’s collar and screamed.” He stared at her, shaking his head slowly. Her voice was quiet now, stripped of defense, stripped of pride. “My uncle made me believe he was determined to fight the diagnosis,” she said. “He told me he had a friend overseas—a specialist in neurodegenerative disorders. He said he’d fly him down, personally. He was sure the doctor would see something different… that maybe I’d survive.”

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...

"What is this? Are you trying to make me feel better or something? Stop it, Allen. I don't need that kind of positive reinforcement. The fact is, I'm broken, right?" "Ash!" Aslan rolled his eyes. "What? Never mind, don't deny it. This has been my condition for a long time, right? Besides, I'm the one with the condition, you don't have to worry about it." Allen sighed. He knew Aslan just hated his condition, but Allen did not like it every time Aslan called himself broken. In Allen's eyes, Aslan was normal. A normal human being. He was just a little different from the other Alphas, and that did not change anything. He was still Allen's little brother, and Allen loved him.

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?

NOTHING… I heard a car door close, and then I heard my father scream… No not a scream, a raw of an alpha who just lost his mate, he came stomping through the class on the floor until he reached us and fell to his feet. “Pudding…. Wake up please.” “I'm sorry, I'll never call you stubborn again.” “Please wake up, I'll give you anything you ask for.” “I'll stop scolding Alonso for spoiling you.” “Just please wake up.” I saw a white piece of paper flying near my hands. It was the photos of the ultrasound. I took it and stocked it into my jacket pocket, hoping father never saw it because if he did, he would tear the city into pieces.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

They all worked hard for a day and they all deserved to get an extra payment for it. Reading some of the documents I did not finished at work. Then my chest suddenly thumped loudly so I leaned back and caressed it gently I have to calm myself because this would not do any good at all. I noticed something that was not match with the details of the other documents. I dialled the number of Jill even though it’s already eleven in the evening. “Jill, there’s a document I found in the files 534.” “Yes, Mrs. Miller.” “Take note of the important details that I will dictate to you.”