Can't Break Me Novels & Stories

"I'm addicted to it already Maryam, I'm...do you think, I don't want to stop? I really want to, but I can't...I really can't...I'm addicted to it already. Once I stopped, I might turn into something else. I won't be me again. Just imagine what I did to you the other day. I couldn't even control my self! Once I don't take it on time, it brings out some unwillingly things in me" "Kareem, do you think we can do this together?". Please just say the word 'yes', please say yes. I can't keep fighting, if you don't give me the courage to, please give me some hope. "Y...Yes" "finally!" I thought as I took a breathe out. Oh my God! I can't believe this!

No breaks. Faster than I’ve ever fallen for anyone. And that says everything, because I’ve always been a dreamer. A romantic. The kind of woman who believes in fate and signs and soulmates, even when she knows better. I tell him how hard it’s been, carrying the weight of what I know and what I feel. I tell him how much I wanted him to trust me. To see me, not as a fan, or a stranger, or a mistake, but as someone who truly sees him. Someone who wanted to know the man, not the brand.

I can hold my head high. Thank you for breaking me; isn't that a line from Sinead O'Connor? I never understood it before. It used to sound like permission, albeit retroactive, to hurt someone. I get it now. Only a lover can wound so deep, cut to the very core. That level of trauma has to be an inside job. You broke me and watched me bleed. You saw me fail to eat, fail to sleep, and you kept on the pressure with your lies and manipulations, increasing the level of cruelty as you went. After all that, what can there be left underneath but the untouchable part of me, my soul, the girl you can never hurt. I can't be more raw than that, more exposed, more pure. So thank you, because as Sinead sai

Tomorrow, I would either prove myself… or fall. And as I drifted into restless sleep, one thought echoed louder than the pain, louder than the fear: I will not break. Not this time. --- ******

“Don’t shut me out.” I cover my mouth with my trembling hand, fighting the sob clawing its way free. But I don’t answer. I don’t unlock the door. Because if I do, I’ll break. And I can’t let either of them see me break. To Be Continued...

And I—I will rise, again and again, until the name Luna Lucy is no longer spoken in fear, but in fire. Let them all remember what it cost to try and break me. Because I’m not broken. I’m the storm they should have never created.

softened. Adam. No, it's fine. I just want you to know this, because I think you deserve to know who I am. His brows— his eyebrows pulled tight. You don't owe me an explanation for who you are. I looked down at our hands together. They looked beautiful. I know. I just want to tell you. For a minute, neither of us spoke. The only sound in the room was the sound of the machine connected to me and our breaths clashing with one another. I remember being seven, I said slowly. I came home from school one day. I had an injury on my knee and my arms were bruised. I could barely lift them above my head, and I told my father that I did not want to skate anymore. Eli looked at me. What happened? He to

" I do not know how. Do not know what to do. Do not know how to fix what I just broke. All I know is that I just lost her. And this time it might be permanent.

"Please. Take it back. I can—something—I can tell something is wrong with me. I'm breaking. I'm hurting people. I do not want to become whatever this is!” Rain stepped closer. Her limbs were as dim as a candle in the wind. I cannot take it back, said she. "That's not how this works. But I can tell you something important. I’m breaking. I’m hurting people. I don’t want to be whatever this is!” Rain stepped closer. Her light flickered like a candle fighting wind. “I can’t take it back,” she said softly. “That’s not how this works. But I can tell you something important.”

Zoe might've survived it all. If it hadn't come from the one person she trusted most. She'd given Connor everything. And that's how he repaid her. She'd nearly shattered. Hid herself away. Even a phone ringing would leave her shaking. Now, she stared at the screen, frozen. Fingers clenched tight around her phone, knuckles white. Eyes blank. The hate kept rolling in. [Holy crap, this is wild. That's the Herbert heiress?] [Did her family go broke? Is she selling herself now? I'd take a turn—bet she'd love it.]