Unbroken: A Road to Forever Military Romance • Powerful Heroine • Chronic‑illness Awareness Alia Edrees has spent her life beating the odds. Born with sickle‑cell disease in a Nigerian barracks, she fights pain with textbooks and turns every crisis into fuel for her dream of becoming a pharmacist. Love? That has always felt like a luxury people with her condition aren't allowed to want. Then Lieutenant Jamal Ibrahim marches into her orbit-disciplined, decorated, and impossibly devoted. For three patient years he stands guard at the edges of her world, refusing to let her illness-or her fear-frighten him away. When he finally kneels in full dress uniform and slips a sapphire ring onto her finger, Alia dares to believe she can have both purpose and passion. But the battlefield isn't the only place where bullets fly. Medical setbacks, brutal academic quotas, and Jamal's sudden high‑risk deployment threaten to shatter the fragile peace they've built. Gossip swirls on campus, family expectations tighten, and a single betrayal could turn "forever" into a farewell. In a sweeping romance packed with midnight study sessions, rooftop dates under African starlight, and heart‑pounding moments at the front lines, Unbroken explores: • Girl‑Power Resilience: A heroine who refuses to be defined-or limited-by chronic illness. • Protective Soldier / Sunshine Scholar: An all‑in alpha who softens only for the woman he loves. • Found Family & Barracks Brotherhood: Cadet camaraderie and fierce parental love. • Slow‑Burn Heat → Explosive Chemistry: PG‑16 intimacy that walks the edge of desire. • Real‑World Advocacy: Honest portrayal of sickle‑cell battles, prejudice, and triumph. Will Alia's iron will and Jamal's unwavering heart be enough to survive distance, danger, and one devastating secret? Or will the strongest love they've ever known break under the weight of a world that keeps testing their limits? One promise, one mission, one unbreakable road. "Love me like time doesn't matter."
The early morning light crept through the half-drawn blinds of Alia's studio apartment. A soft haze dusted the corners of the room, caressing the pill bottles lined up on her desk like silent sentinels-each one a reminder that her body had its own quiet war to fight.
She sat cross-legged on the floor, textbooks open before her, fingers clutching a half-warm cup of hibiscus tea. Her thoughts drifted far from the pages of biochemistry-toward a persistent ache in her chest. Not physical. Emotional. A gnawing uncertainty that had grown ever since she'd overheard her father speaking about him-Jamal.
The mention of his name had cracked something in her, as though love, marriage, or even the idea of it was a cruel joke for someone like her. Someone broken. Someone fragile.
Alia Edrees was not fragile.
At least, she never allowed herself to appear that way.
Living in the off-campus apartments, nearly a 45-minute drive away from the military barracks she once called home, was her father's idea. "You need peace to thrive, not the chaos of the campus," he had said.
Aisha, her best friend and closest ally, lived just a wall away in the next apartment. It was Aisha who had searched endlessly for the perfect space, ensuring they'd be neighbors even away from home. Their bond was more than sisterly-it was a lifeline.
And still, even in this bubble of calm, Alia couldn't ignore the shadow that lingered beyond her door.
Jamal.
She never caught him in the act, but she sensed him. In the way her curtains fluttered on windless nights. In the faint scent of his cologne that clung to the corridor some mornings. In the way the streetlight would flicker briefly as if someone had leaned against it too long.
He watched over her-not intrusively, but consistently. Even through the rain, when thunder rolled through the streets and her heart trembled in fear, he was there.
But Alia had drawn her line in the sand long ago.
She would not be someone's burden.
Not even Jamal's.
And still, he came.
He never demanded. Never questioned.
He brought soup when she couldn't stand, waited silently outside her apartment when she didn't want to talk. Once, he even left a worn leather-bound book of poetry by her doorstep, wrapped in a simple string. No note. Just him.
There was a storm in Jamal that didn't roar-but it surged through his steady gaze, through the slow, deliberate way he showed up for her. It frightened her how much she noticed. How much her body and soul recognized the rhythm of his footsteps before she even saw him.
And yet, she held back.
Because love wasn't meant for girls like her.
At least, that's what she believed.
That evening, the sky turned amber as dusk crept over the city. Alia shut her textbooks and pulled her shawl tighter around her. Her phone buzzed once-Aisha checking in before heading out to a study group.
She heard it then.
Three slow knocks on the door.
Her heart stuttered.
She knew.
It was him.
She didn't move for a moment. Then, slowly, she walked to the door and opened it.
Jamal stood there in the dim hallway, soaked from the evening drizzle. His uniform jacket clung to him, a dark olive silhouette of quiet strength. His eyes met hers-deep, unwavering, unreadable.
"You should've called," she said softly, trying to keep her voice even.
He didn't smile. Didn't move.
Just stared.
"I don't come to talk, Alia," he said quietly. "I come to make sure you're breathing."
Her throat tightened.
He stepped forward, slowly, and without touching her, he asked, "May I come in?"
She nodded. Barely.
As he stepped inside, the scent of rain and leather filled her space. She turned away, busying herself with clearing books from the couch.
"Jamal," she said, her voice a little stronger, "I told you. I'm fine. You don't have to keep doing this."
"I know," he said simply. "But I will. Until the day you stop pushing me away."
She froze.
He walked past her, gently picked up one of her scattered notebooks, flipped through a few pages, then set it down again. "You're brilliant, Alia. Fierce. And scared. I see that."
His words stirred something in her.
And in that quiet room, thick with unsaid things, she finally whispered, "Why me, Jamal?"
He looked at her. Fully.
Like she was the only thing in the world.
"Because I've never wanted anything more than I want to be the man you let in," he said. "Even if it takes years. Even if all I get is the corner of your world, I'll still choose it over anything else."
Alia turned her face away, the heat behind her eyes too much to bear.
She didn't know yet that love, the kind that waited through silence and storm, was already unraveling her.
But she would.
Soon.
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Elisa watched as the most important people in her life showered the evil imposter-The fake heiress, with love. Elisa, the lost daughter of one of the most wealthiest family was found 18 years later and was brought back to her rightful home. However, someone had already taken her place. A fake heiress, the pampered little princess. Her coy acting and innocent façade made Elisa's real mother love her more than Elisa, her real daughter. That made Elisa, though, the true daughter end up as an adopted child. "Elisa, could you try not to appear in front of her too much as it could trigger her insecurities." Her parents had told her because of the fake heiress. "Elisa, You've taken everything away from her. Why can't you give her a little more?" Her fiancé had ordered her. Because of an unfortunate accident plotted by Isabelle-The fake heiress, Elisa was sent to prison and her family cut ties with her without a second thought. Four years, after much torture which led to her being crippled and blind on one eye, she was released, but got hit by a truck. While laying on the pool of her blood, she wanted to question, Why? Why had they all treated her so cruelly, while they love Isabelle unconditionally? She badly wanted to rip off Isabelle's mask of innocence, to reveal the fake, manipulative woman beneath. She was full of hatred. But after her death, she woke up back to when she was 18 years like all that happened were all nightmare. She was elated. She was reborn to re-live all that had happened in her last life, but now, her mission was to reveal mask beneath that woman and make everyone that made her suffer in her past life pay. It was her time for revenge! And definitely, she won't mess this up!
"There will be no falling in love, we will only act as a loving couple when we are in public, we will share a room to make it believable, but no intimacy, touching is off-limits. We'll only have sex once a month, and that's solely to produce an heir. You won't interfere in my business, and I won't interfere in yours. You will be my wife in every sense and you will not be involved with any other man," he said, arrogance seeping from every word. I watch his mouth move, I'm not ready to fall in love with any man, especially not one as arrogant and egoistic as him. I can handle acting as a loving couple, and as for intimacy once a month. I can agree to that just to satisfy my sexual cravings with no strings attached. "Where can I sign?" I asked since I had nothing to lose. *** Nadine's wedding dreams turned to nightmares when she caught her sister and fiancé cheating! With a secret recording, she's ready for revenge. But then mysterious billionaire Logan West offers a deal: A Contract Marriage to take down her ex's empire. But what Nadine doesn't know is her life is getting complicated as she takes her chance to get revenge or risks everything for a chance at love?"
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."