Another Word For Unbreakable Novels & Stories

“Almost.” “Sounds like a lot of fun,” I replied numbly. “It is. Life is more fun when you don’t have chains holding you back,” she said. I sighed. “Yeah, well some chains aren’t meant to be broken. That’s why they're solid.” “What makes something unbreakable, Naomi?” she asked. I blinked in confusion. “When nothing in existence can break it.” “Do you know how chains are made, Naomi?” “Not really,” I admitted.

Unbreakable. Forever.

Unbreakable. Because that’s what family meant. And nothing, not even cosmic destiny, would ever change that. Ever.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

⸻ Unforgiving. ⸻ And unstoppable.

I was unbreakable. And Terra, at last, had fallen.

We did not fracture under pressure anymore. We reinforced.

Not just a bond. But a power— That could not be broken.

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."

“Did you know, when a broken bone is healing, during that time, that broken place in the bone becomes its strongest part? Being broken isn’t a personality flaw. It shows us just how strong we truly are.” I listen intently, taking in every word. When Setia speaks it’s as though she’s speaking to my very soul. Her words have a way of making me feel like I’m not messed up, that I still have purpose and value in this life, even if I’m not sure what it is yet. “Besides,” she says as she gets to her feet. “I think ‘broken’ is the wrong word to describe you. Broken suggests something that can’t be repaired.” She holds her hand out for mine and I take it and stand up, “What word would you use then?”

I said naively and with an assuring smile. "Then promise me one thing," he said with a serious voice. "What is that, come on already we've made all possible promises. What again could it be now," I said sounding a bit worried. "Okay, just promise me that....that you'll never stop loving me, or hate me. I'm sorry, please forgive me. Is just that I...I...just promise you'll never stay mad at me for anything or hate me if I do mess up, that you'll forgive me," he begged as he held my two hands tightly in between his.