Unbroken Young Readers Edition Novels & Stories

It was a refrain that had become all too familiar over the years, echoing in the empty spaces where love and understanding should have been. Nineteen years ago, I was a fifteen-year-old boy, grappling with the weight of adolescence and the ever-changing emotions that came with it. The world was a storm of uncertainties, and I struggled to find my footing, seeking solace in the arms of the only two people who truly loved me—my mother and sister. As the full moon approached that fateful night, I felt a storm brewing within me, a torrent of fear and confusion that threatened to tear me apart. My body ached with an unfamiliar pain, and my instincts screamed that something was about to change—som

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉

she never had time for me so she was never there to cook me breakfast or dinner, I always had to buy takeouts for dinner. I stuffed the egg toast into my mouth and casually sat on the couch ans switched on the T.V. "Not the boring news again.." I thought and was about to switch to the next channel but something caught my attention. I began listening carefully to what the reporter had to say: "Two victims of assumed murder in the city of Blueburn reported last night at 9:45 pm. Victims were found in a forest close to an orphanage soaked in blood. The forensic reports said that the victims had their hearts and livers missing and stitched skin with signs of brutal torture. There are no witnesse

“And let me know how the Smith ones are, I've been meaning to check him out.” A few minutes later Janice lay down on her cot and gingerly opened one of the books. She was always careful with books she got from the library, especially those that came from other places. She had an almost obsessive fear of damaging one of them and being told she could no longer borrow books. The thought disturbed her so much that she started to flip past the title pages and began to read. Before long, she was drawn into the novel which seemed to be about two races of aliens and their struggles over a galaxy that would one day be called the Milky Way. She was totally engrossed in the narrative when the words beg

Hello, my amazing readers. This book is almost finished a few chapters left to finish it off. Please watch for The Cursed Bond. The story of Victoria and her mate. There are five books in this series. 1-Love and Fear 2-Unbreakable bonds 3-The Cursed Bond 4-Blood Moon Assassins 5-Legacies The next book should be approved and ready to start by early May. Thank you so much for reading. DAMON

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.

“Choosing to stay, even when the version of me you get is tired and scared and asking uncomfortable questions about my dead father’s ledger entries.” “That’s the only version I want,” I said, and kissed her, slow, the fountain trickling quietly beside us, the house behind us holding twenty-two years of unfinished truth that would still be waiting patiently in the morning, giving us, for now, just a little more of the night to ourselves.

Inside are children's books about dinosaurs, gorgeous hardcover editions with detailed illustrations. There's a note on top in handwriting I recognize now. "For Julian's collection, and for you, some peace." Underneath the dinosaur books is another book, slim and elegant, poetry about resilience and finding yourself. My hands shake as I open it and see an inscription on the inside cover in Marcus's careful script. Elena, you are not lost, you are not broken, you are becoming, and becoming is the bravest thing anyone can do, keep going. I read it three times, something in my chest cracking open, not breaking but opening like a door.

I got it open and got in. Finding shelter: check! My body was shivering, and it was hard to move. I was freezing. A quick look around the room revealed some old fishing tools and - as by some miracle - petroleum and a box of matches. I grabbed the box. Thank God, I thought with a smile. Tree matches left and even though the petroleum was almost all gone, I was used to less back home. There was no fireplace, but a broken iron cauldron. I grabbed anything that could burn, threw it in the cauldron, and lit a fire. The flames were hot and welcoming. I smiled.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."