Can't Break Me Novels & Stories

I can’t stop shaking, my teeth chattering so hard I think they might crack. Great. Now I’m soaked and freezing. Every breath feels like it burns, my lungs still struggling to recover from the water. I close my eyes, leaning my head back against the cold wall. Wesley thinks he can break me, that he can push me to the point where I’ll give up Ebony. But he’s wrong. I won’t break. I can’t break. Not for him.

Broken. He managed to break me and he barely touched me. I'm lying on my side curled around the water jug, tears dripping steadily off my face and onto the concrete beneath me. I try to tell myself to get up, to move, to shift closer to the door where I can smash him with the jug next time he comes in. I do none of this. I'm paralyzed.

You're just gone. I was done. I was completely, soul-crushingly done. I locked the screen of my phone, my vision blurring with heat and rage. My fingers brushed over the ring again. This time, I took it off. It didn't mean anything anymore. I picked up my phone and called his mother, Fiona Moretti. She answered almost instantly. "Mother," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "I'm sorry, but this year… I might not be able to make it to the family reunion, because..."

Even if you easily give up I don't care. "V please stop, I don't want to see you broken into pieces like me." I clench my fist. "Did you think I'm not broke now? I'm very broken. So why bother to stop I will give everything until I have something to give I will never stop." I kiss her forehead and step away from her and walk to her window. _________ Hanna"

Worship made me blind. Now I see. Now I take. Now I become the kind of man who doesn’t break. Because broken things don’t bleed. They cut.

"He clearly cares about you. He saved your life on the ice yesterday with those skates." "Because right now, he's safe," Adrian said, looking up, his blue eyes filled with a deep, hidden pain. "He thinks we are close because we survived a storm together. He thinks I feel responsible for him. If I confess the truth if I tell him that I want him forever and he doesn't feel the same way? I ruin the one relationship that matters most to me. If I lose him as a partner, and I lose him as a friend, I have nothing left. I am terrified of breaking the only good thing in my life."

Her terror wrapped around me, but it also kept me steady, it gave me something to fight for. The thing rose up again, unfolding taller than the ceiling should allow. The air went cold, like it was sucking the warmth right out of me. Where hands should've been, darkness licked the air like hungry flames. "Break." The word exploded inside my head. My bones felt like they were getting hammered. My teeth rattled, my spine jerked, and everything went dim at the edges. It wasn't a sound. It was destruction made into a word. I staggered, almost dropping her. "No!" The word ripped out of my throat. My knees wanted to give, but I held on to the weight of the child in my arms. Her heartbeat drummed ag

I said as the anchor watched me slowly and then nodded. “One last question,” she said and I braced myself. “If you could say anything to the world right now, what would it be?” she continued. This time, I didn't hesitate, I turned slightly, facing the camera directly. My reflection stared back at me through the lens, but it didn't feel like the same woman anymore. “I won't be broken,” I said firmly, my voice didn't shake. “Not by lies, not by betrayal, not by anyone who thinks they can reduce me to something small. Not anymore” I said and I exhaled. The words landed with weight.

Three months later, he came back to me, tender and attentive as before. The moment I lowered my defenses, Taylor signed me into a psychiatric ward. “You took the love of my life away. You can rot in hell for all I care!” I spent the next three years in a cage. Between forced medication and electroshock therapies, I eventually escaped by jumping off the roof. I opened my eyes, and I was back. Taking a deep breath, I tapped into the comments. Hot comment #1: “Wake up, girl! You’re biting the hand that feeds you!”

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.