Break Her Walls Down Novels & Stories

"I would never." "You'd better not," he said. "She's been through a lot. Her parents, especially my uncle... he put a lot of pressure on her. And now, that stupid ex of hers who she broke up with barely a month ago. She built these walls around herself to protect her heart. You can't just bulldoze your way through them. You have to be patient." "That's the plan," I said, my mind already racing. "I'm wearing her down. Little by little."

Not when she was at her weakest and desperate for his help. She had spent ten years putting herself back together, carefully mending every shattered piece of herself. She had built walls, armored her heart, and convinced herself that she could face him if ever their paths crossed again. And yet, all that effort seemed meaningless now. The moment his name left the doctor’s lips, her carefully constructed defenses crumbled like a house of cards against a violent gust of wind.

leanor replied. Her hands were clenched under the table, she wished she could hit the sly smile away from Erica's face. She chewed her tongue quietly to suppress her anger. She knew she needed to endure for the sake of her son. Erica looked at her in surprise. Was Leanor really not hurt? Her face looked very beautiful and fair, she wore a black retro suit. Erica gritted her teeth at how beautiful Leanor looks, after what happened four years ago, Leanor should have been broken and not able to pick her life back.

To bring me happiness. She had always tried to break through the walls I had built around my heart. I had erected those walls for strong reasons, reasons I had clung to for years. But now, I realized that I had the power to tear them down myself. I had the power to give someone else the key to unlock the doors or to smash the walls completely. This was all about deciding what I wanted and sticking to it, no matter what happened or what my past had been. Hera would have wanted me to be happy.

He had broken her to the core. To her it was so hard to be mended, when a bottle of wine falls to the floor shattering in to tiny pieces, the glasses can't be put together and even if you managed to collect the wine from there; it will be hard to drink it. She was that glass shattered beyond repair.

Adrian stood in the middle of the kitchen, staring at his husband’s trembling back. In the past, whenever a corporate crisis or personal conflict arose, Adrian’s immediate instinct was to harden his armor, close his heart, and retreat into stoic, unyielding silence. He would build walls, present a calm exterior, and carry the heavy burden entirely on his own shoulders until he burned from the inside out.

Am a 29 old divorcée with little dating experience, no kids, the thought of loving someone else scares me to death, life without Zach is meaningless. Mom whispered several words of consolation to me as she slowly led me to my room.

I replied. "Oh hey." She said with a hint of excitement. "I miss you! Please come back." I pleaded. "Jack I, I can't. I miss you too it's just emotionally straining for me to be there with you purposely and continually hurting me. I seriously can't do it anymore. Jack I fucking love you and every time you hurt me your making me feel stupid for falling for you. As much as I want to be in your arms right now I just can't." She said with her voice getting shaky.

She felt like she was choosing something new. Something uncertain. Something real. Because the wall she had built wasn’t breaking all at once. It wasn’t collapsing. It wasn’t being torn down by force. It was cracking. Slowly. Quietly. Piece by piece. And standing in the space between what she used to be and what she was becoming— Aurora realized something she hadn’t dared to believe before: Maybe strength wasn’t about never breaking. Maybe it was about choosing what was worth breaking for.

I said feeling a little bit relived, she's not perfect she's just good at pretending to be ************* back at home, I go back to my practice room to rehearsal. I can't lose no matter the cost I need to win , playing the music and doing the routine over and over and over again till 8 o'clock in the night then I get my phone to practice my pilates. a flexible body is a relaxed one try to feel light " the music plays trying to soothe the mind , to soothe my mind. but Valerie's videos keeps playing in my head, that fall, in front of the crowd. "I know right it's scary imagine failure, the shock, it took her months to recover, did someone sabotage her, she was perfect, or maybe she just cracke