Bearing The Unbearable Novels & Stories

— All nine of them— Were down. Scattered across the floor. Groaning. Clutching different parts of their bodies. Unable to stand. The entire hall froze. No one spoke. No one moved. It had happened too fast. Too clean. Too decisive. Death Bear stood still. His mind blank. He knew his men. Knew their strength. Their experience. They were not weak. And yet— They had all been defeated. In mere moments. His lips parted. Unconsciously. Fear crept in.

"It's never enough." As his fingers gently brush a stray tear from my face, Xander's eyes soften. "Aria, we can't bear the load of the entire planet. We can only defend what remains.” I allow his words to wash over me as I close my eyes, but the sadness is too great. It suffocates me by sticking to me like a second skin. " I simply…” With my voice breaking, I admit, "I don't know how to keep going." "When everything around me keeps crumbling, how do I continue to fight?"

Chaahaton ki chaadaron mein Kare rakhwali tu Kabhi haq sare rakhta hai Kabhi samjh begani kahi Tu to janta hai mar ke bhi Mujhe ati hai nibhani kahi Wo hi karna jo hai kehna Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Jag ghoomeya thaare jaisa na koi Apne naseebon mein yaa Honsle ki baaton mein Sukhon aur dukhon wali Saari saugaton mein Sang tujhe rakhna hai Sang tujhe rakhna hai Tere sang rehna Meri duniya mein bhi Mere jazbaaton mein Teri milti nishani kahin Jo hai sabko dikhani kahin Mai toh jaanti hu marke bhi Mujhe aati hai nibhani kahin Woh hi karna hai jo hai kehna

“It says: when horrors come—and they *will* come, whether by famine or flood or the cruelty of our own paws—the first task of your leaders is to end them, not to recount them To bind the wound, not force you to watch every stitch. To spare those who can not bear it until there is a way to carry it together.” “Who decides who ‘cannot bear it’?” someone muttered, not loud but not quite under their breath. Eren seized the line.

I was crying badly but he didn't listen to my cries. He holds a fistful of my hair and said, "I will break you so much that you will beg for your death but I won't give that to you". Then he tied my arms and threw me on the floor. He left the room and comes back with a tattooing machine. He grabbed my jaw tightly and said, "because of your father I lost everything...I will give you so pain..which will hurt your father then he would realize how it feels to see loved ones suffering. I will mark you as my property. I love to carve my things with my names," saying all this he laughed like a sadist.

But even then, Nicoli wasn’t so much disappointed by just the bear. It just added to the growing list of things bothering him today. “I was at least hoping-” No, I needed it. Just something solid to hold. The bear was just the last straw to the line of things building up: His mother, Father, And Ana- Why did things keep getting harder? Nicoli squeezed his hands tight. This is so frustrating. It made him want to scream “Your majesty? Are you feeling unwell?” “What? No,” Nicoli quickly dropped his hand, suddenly aware of the man's eyes.

He carefully wipes the tears from my face as he turns my head up to look at him. “Little Bear, you've been through hell and back, no one would ever expect you to come out of it even the least bit affected. You've suffered more trauma than anyone I know, and yet you're still fighting. You are a true warrior. Don't ever think otherwise. What they did to you would have anyone second guessing themselves. Don't let them win. They want to see you fail. Just because they got to you, doesn't mean that they've won. The fact that you were able to see through their lies only proves how strong you really are.”

I won’t be able to shift, no matter how hard I try. As I step backwards, my foot slips in the snow, causing me to fall to the ground. My body acts as a shield as I hold Ruby, keeping her from hitting the ground, but now I know I won’t be able to fight back with the pain in my body as the two Bears stand over me menacingly. One of the Bears stoops down, stroking Ruby’s hair. I don’t have the strength to pull her away. All I can do is bare my teeth at the Bear, which only causes him to laugh even harder.

Place me in the middle of the city and I'm a newborn child. I'm also sick. Sick at heart. The longing for Tyboll is so strong my entire body shakes at night beneath the covers. It's a physical pain and runs so deep I feel it in every bone and muscle. I'm not sure how much more I can take. A customer slapped my butt this morning and he's lucky I only broke his fingers. My bear almost exploded from my human skin. The man yelled out, but Becky was on him before he could lift his uninjured fist. She told him if he came back she'd personally castrate him.