Unbroken The Book Novels & Stories

His voice was laced with a deep, aching hurt, a sense of betrayal that she had allowed someone else into the darkest corners of her pain while keeping him locked out. "I’m sorry… I’m so sorry," Elodie choked out, tears now streaming freely down her face. The shame, the fear, the lingering grief she’d carried for so long, all bubbled to the surface. "I just...I couldn’t bring myself to tell you." How could she tell him that she was broken, that she couldn't give him the one thing society often deemed essential for a complete family?

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.

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...

I nodded, and we walked together in silence going back to his house. “Which pack are you from?” he broke the silence, and his question broke my heart. I had no home anymore and no parents. That pack is no longer my home. Golden Moon pack is no longer my home, not after what happened. It hurts thinking this way. I grew up in that pack, I had friends there, a family and now they are all gone. Well, most of them. He must have seen my sadness, and he spoke. “You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” He tells me.

Another impact hit, this time, closer, causing the entire structure to lurch violently to one side, the far wall cracked, jagged lines racing towards the ceiling. The chaos outside was no longer distant, I could hear the screams, the orders and the unmistakable sound of bodies hitting the ground. My pulse roared in my ears, “Why is he here already?” I whispered, my voice unsteady, “what did you do?” He didn’t answer me, before I could react, he stepped forward and crouched in front of me , closing his fingers around the rope at my wrists, it snapped, my breath hitched as sensation returned to my hands.

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

"It's ordinary." "That's the same thing." --- The seventh book was different. Not a memoir — a children's book. About a garden, about a fig tree, about the dogs buried under its branches and the women who loved them. Beatriz's successor, Eva, was hesitant at first. "A children's book?" she said. "A book for everyone." --- I wrote about Orwell, the scruffy survivor. Pippin, the disaster with mismatched ears. Fig, the puppy who arrived in a crate. Oak, the quiet one, the watcher. And the women who buried them, who marked the stones, who never forgot.

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 truck came to a halt and I sat down on the floor, waiting for the right time to take off. I heard someone unbolt the door and open it. Immediately he peered inside, I rose to my feet. Giving him a kick on the face, I somersaulted out of the truck, landing on my two feet behind the startled man who was clutching at his broken nose. I started to run. I could hear the sounds of their feet as they chased after me like blood thirsty hounds. I ran on, not stopping to catch my breath.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.