Break Her Walls Down Novels & Stories

Even her teachers were speechless in amazement. "What pushes you to think that way?" Dean asked. He leaned back in his chair, wine in hand and his full attention was on the student. The woman shrugged then looked at the clear water. "I know that it will be a death in an instant if you get hit by a silver bullet but I don't want to loose in this upcoming battle. I don't want the west district, the Magnuth, my house, my home to get destroyed because of their greediness. We are living in peace here, we don't do anything bad to them but they want to conquer us? So maybe it's not bad if we equal their greed. They don't have enough reason to invade us but we have all the rights to protect on what

“Wow. Rude much?” I blinked hard. Was this real? A nightmare? Was she seriously this stupid? Instead of walking out like a sane person, she reached for the half-empty bottle of whiskey, inspecting it like it was a fine artifact. Grinning, she tilted it towards me. “Ah, that explains it. Someone’s running low on happy juice.” Somehow, the fight drained out of me. Maybe it was her complete lack of self-preservation instincts, or maybe it was the way she stared around my messy room like she’d stepped into some magical realm. Her wide eyes landed on the couch and cracked walls.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

She was left standing there, feeling like the cracks in her walls were only growing deeper. And she wasn’t sure if she wanted them to break.

Never let anything touch her. But he'd shattered that promise—again and again—driving her into heartbreak with his own hands. He'd been the one to destroy her. How could he ever deserve forgiveness? But at least... she got another shot. At least this time, he was the one to die.

Make it so. Raul’s amber eyes narrowed as he watched warriors sparring below. He had built an empire of blood and iron, yet the thought of mortality gnawed at him like a disease. He had daughters now—four of them. Beautiful, fierce, and unclaimed. The Moon Goddess he once believed had cursed him by never giving him a son. But now, he thought, it might work to his advantage to have all these daughters.

She deserves someone who won't destroy her life, I think as I finally turn off the water. Someone brave enough to stand up to her family. Someone who puts her first instead of protecting his own ass. Someone who isn't me. Back in my room, I don't bother getting dressed. Just collapse onto my bed in a towel and stare at the ceiling.

“I’m wondering who forced my fearless girl into becoming this unhappy woman I see today.” My throat tightened painfully. I looked away before he could see the tears threatening my eyes again. “Leave me alone,” I said finally, my voice cracking slightly. “I don’t love you anymore.” For a second nothing happened. Romane simply stared at me. Expressionless. Unreadable. Then suddenly— The car slowed. My breath caught as it smoothly pulled over to the side of the road before coming to a complete stop. A soft click echoed inside the silent cabin. The door beside me unlocked automatically.

“I don’t want to overthink this.” She chuckled, crossing her arms. “You can’t help it. It’s obvious. And he’s obviously interested. Just don’t let your walls get too high. They’ve got a way of keeping people out, you know.” Her words stayed with me long after she left the lounge. I knew she was right. My walls had always been my protection—against disappointment, against hurt. But now, with Adrian’s subtle gestures, I felt those walls beginning to crack, little by little.

Lies and deceit. I storm over to the table and slam my fists down on it causing it to split in two. My anger still not satisfied, I take the two broken halves and hurl them through the glass window. The two broken pieces fly off into the distance never to be seen again as the glass wall that makes up the front of my home shatters into pieces in front of me. How apt. A perfect depiction of my life right now. Another stupid mistake and now everything is shattering and falling to pieces around me. Again.