Am I Invincible Novels & Stories

We both heard it. "Goddammit," I muttered. "It's her again," Ingrid said. Breathless. I reached for my phone. Ingrid grabbed my wrist. "Call her back," she said. "Maybe something happened." I pulled out slowly. Ingrid made a small sound of disappointment. I called Imani back. Put it on speaker. Set the phone on the pillow. I pushed back inside Ingrid. Slow. And deeper. "Hey, baby," I said. My voice was steady. The voice I always used with her. "

“See? We’re invincible together.” I smile into the dark. “Yeah,” I whisper, kissing the top of his head. “Invincible.” I close my eyes and let myself believe it. Outside, the world might be sharpening its knives. Outside, the choices are waiting like wolves in the dark. But in here, under the heavy weight of my mate, with the scent of sex perfuming the air, we’re untouchable. We’re a fortress of two. And I will face the whole world down before I let anything touch him.

"Better than you know yourself." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I can give you tonight." Frustration rose in her chest, hot and sudden. "People say you've killed thousands. They say you're cursed. They say you cannot die, and I saw the number above your head today, and it said zero, and you're still standing here as if that means nothing at all." Her voice cracked slightly on the last word. "What are you?"

I could not afford to let myself down after I had shown myself as invincible just a second ago. "It is just my imagination! It is just my imagination! It is just my imagination!"

Aw, he’s embarrassed. The girl on my arm giggles and leans into me. Money and good looks will help people get away with just about anything. I learned that at the tender age of five from my father, thank you very much. He toted me around and flashed his smile or his wealth, and doors opened for us. Sometimes literally. Sometimes figuratively. We were invincible. Look at that sentence. Then read it again. *We. Were. Invincible.*