Another Word For Unattainable Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was going to achieve the perfect class—he would! However, that would not be enough. No, he wanted to ascend further, to climb higher. He wanted to attain the legendary, mystical state of Invincibilis, and become the paragon of human capabilities. What would the world look like if he were standing at the very top, towering above all else?

"Only YOU are hurting me, Cedric! Only YOU are the one destroying everything here! I have never done or said anything to hurt you, never once in all these years, yet you are treating me like I am the source of all your pain and problems? How did I become such a huge mistake and burden in your eyes? Tell me! Tell me exactly what did I do wrong so I can finally understand!" "You did nothing wrong Luna! That is exactly the point I have been trying to explain to you over and over again!" Cedric shouted loudly, his face flushed red and eyes burning with obvious frustration and irritation toward me. "You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but

I asked partly to change the subject, partly because I was curious. "Nothing's wrong with him." she blushed. "I mean, we may be friends, but only that. He is a very good person, if you give him the opportunity." "I'm not interested in meeting a ..." I hesitated, I was about to say witch. "Teacher." "Oh, come on! Since when are you like this? You are usually friends with everyone. Including the unreachable." The unreachable were actually everyone in the pack. They beat humans in strength, beauty, skill, and even intelligence. Usually the girls yearned for them, far away. Very few were brave enough to approach them.

Something without a name. Something with many.

"If you want me to forgive you, then wait three years." He lit up, then faltered. "Why three years?" "I'm going overseas to study. It might take longer. If you don't want to wait—" "I'll wait," he cut in, almost tripping over the words. "If it means you'll forgive me, I'll wait for as long as it takes..." He kept talking, piling promise after promise. However, I didn't listen to any of them. All I heard was him saying, again and again, that he would wait.

Len announced, his voice snapping the tension in the car. I felt it immediately. As a rogue, crossing into a formal territory is like walking into a wall of static. The Pack Link—the invisible psychic tether that bound Len to his people—was thick here. It felt like a thousand eyes were suddenly pressed against my skin, weighing my worth and finding it wanting. Khanna must have felt the shift in my energy. She reached out, her fingers lacing through mine. Her touch was the only thing keeping me from jumping out of the moving vehicle and running back to the neutral zones.

Will this just be s futile attempt of me trying to get something that is impossible for me. Am I being delusional?

Haya hates the billionaires as she thinks all of them are the same arrogant and rude and also rub money on others faces. Haya expected Maaz to be the same but he was different from the others, which she did not expect. Their first meeting was very unpleasant even though they met each other multiple times. One misunderstanding creates immense hatred for Maaz in Haya's heart and for some reason, the down to earth billionaire turns into an ignorant and workaholic person. •Will Maaz and Haya meet again? Read the story about Maaz Naqvi's "Unrequited Love" "I love you why can't you understand that "

Something beyond their understanding or reach. A hand extended when it could have been a fist. A bridge built where a wall could have stood. A different kind of power altogether.

A two-year-old placing one thing on top of another with complete seriousness, going higher, refusing to stop at what was already standing because more was always available and always worth reaching for. The word she had chosen before she had language for anything else. The word that fit everything. The word that was going to keep fitting everything for the rest of her life. More.