Novel & Cerita Can't Hurt Me Book

I walked in slowly, still shaking. Ryan turned the second he saw me. “Are you hurt?” “No,” I said, though my voice didn’t sound like mine. “Just… rattled.” He walked over. “They fired at your car. Twice.” “I know.” “You almost died.” “I know, Ryan.. ” “No, you don’t,” he snapped, voice low and sharp. “Because you’re still standing there like this is business as usual.” That hit me harder than the bullets did. I looked at him, really looked.. his clenched fists, his tight jaw, the fire burning in his eyes.

But not as dark as the ones I used to love. Before everything. Before revenge. Before Zander. Before the lies I had built my entire life around. My stomach curled slightly. The thought appeared suddenly, sharp and unwanted. Revenge built on lies. The words lingered in my mind like an echo. My fingers tightened slightly around the book. And then the doctor’s voice surfaced in my memory. Avoid triggers. Redirect your thoughts. Don’t think too much. I exhaled slowly. Push it aside. Push it aside. My eyes lowered back to the page.

All I could see was Lianna—pale, struggling, in pain—and Harvey lifting her up, supporting her as she limped inside. And I wasn’t the one holding her. I had done this. I had pushed her away, made her angry, made her reckless enough to get herself hurt. And for what? A petty game? A tantrum because I didn’t get what I wanted? I clenched my fists, swallowing down the self-loathing curling in my throat. Now, back in the present, I clutched the book Freya had given me, my fingers tightening around its worn cover. I had a duty.

“Vi—” “No,” I say again, shaking my head. My heart’s racing. “You can’t. That’s too big. That’s… it’s too exposing. People will come after us harder. We’ll lose our privacy. They’ll know everything about me. About Julian. Everything I’ve been through.” He watches me carefully, not interrupting. I feel breathless. Like the walls are closing in. “That book… that book was my escape. My therapy. My only way of processing the trauma without screaming,” I whisper. “I’m not ready for the world to connect the dots and realize I’m the woman who stayed. Who endured. Who got broken and stitched herself back together in silence.”

All people have ever done is hurt me. sitting up, I buried my head in between my knees, and my body shook uncontrollably. I heard Brax stand up before he spoke. His voice was soft and caring ". Just take deep breaths, okay? You're safe now, I promise." I wasn't okay I hadn't been for years, and I never would be again. Every part of me was broken, and there was nothing anyone could do to help me.

Kimani Secretly dating your brother's best friend sounded like the plot of a book when I said it in my head. Something dramatic and exciting and slightly scandalous that happened to other people, the kind of situation you read about and thought well that girl should have known better. And it was all of those things. It was also how I ended up flat on my back on my own bed with Roan King hovering above me like the concept of personal gravity had simply never applied to him and he saw no reason to start respecting it now.

“Dear, the air in here is so stuffy. The baby and I can barely breathe.” Benedict stopped in his tracks immediately. He lifted her into his arms anxiously. His voice echoed through the empty warehouse as he said, “El, just cooperate with the treatment. Do what the doctors say.” The heavy warehouse door clanged shut. Darkness swallowed the light. I shut my eyes and gave up. The bullies let out a cold laugh and dragged me toward the electroshock machine. A powerful current ripped through my body. As I convulsed and screamed, they filmed the whole scene with their phones.

Just then, a stranger suddenly lunged at me with a knife. I screamed and stumbled back in terror. Harry reacted instantly. Drawing on years of muscle memory, he sprinted forward and positioned himself in front of me. He kicked the knife out of the attacker's hand before subduing him. Before I could catch my breath, Ember shrieked and collapsed, writhing in pain. Another stranger, wielding a knife, had slashed her leg. Harry hesitated for a split second before abandoning me. He rushed to her side and shielded her protectively.

I watched as he brought it towards us. "You see if you would've never gave me that ripped paper I would've never been able to erase your mind again. Your minds protected now because of you reading a true page out of this book. Unfortunately for you I have a few things that will help me out." His wicked smile had me frozen. Every part of me realized my mistake. The book told me to never read it outloud but I assumed since everyone had this book that it was the same.

I am human and I am bound to get hurt. His harsh words do somethings to me that I can't place, it reduces my self-esteem and makes me look like a fool. Even though I have made several resolutions never to be hurt by his statements and insults because I now understand his pains and silence, sometimes I can't help it. I can't help getting hurt. I can't help expecting a change from him. I can't help but adore him, wishing he can do the same for me and forgive me for my mistakes. I can't help but wish for the impossible. But Bryan himself is impossible.