David Goggins Can't Hurt Me Novels & Stories

"This is wrong" That's all what David could think, his head hurts but those countless negative thoughts wouldn't stop repeating in his head.Drops of water touched his skin, relaxing his body for a while but there's nothing which could help him relax his mind.He rubbed every part of his skin where Herrick left his mark, he just wants to get rid of them but the pressure made it even more red.He groaned, avoiding this for now and walked out of the shower.Wrapping the towel securely around his torso, he stepped out of the bathroom.To add onto his frustration, Herrick was still in the room, probably waiting for him.David avoided him completely and quickly got changed.Herrick stayed quiet, patient

I knew him well enough to imagine it, he wouldn’t shave, he wouldn’t shower, he would just sit in the shadows, letting the emptiness eat away at him. But I wasn’t doing well either. The ache in my chest was constant. No matter how much I tried to bury myself in work, it followed me. The witches said that training was the path to healing, so I threw myself into it. From seven in the morning until eleven at night, I pushed my body until every muscle burned. I told myself if I stayed busy enough, I wouldn’t think about him. But even during the hardest drills, even when my arms shook and my lungs begged for rest, my mind wandered back to Gray.

“Breathe through it. Feel the ground under your feet. Anchor yourself here to this moment.” A sharp twinge shot up my spine. I gasped, doubling over as fire raced through my body. “Max… it hurts.” “I know.” His voice remained steady, a lifeline in the rising storm. “It always does the first few times. Your body is rewriting itself bones lengthening, muscles reshaping, senses exploding open. Let it happen if you fight it, it gets worse.”

David fought back, his claws glinting in the faint light, striking hard, but he was fighting alone against six, the odds harsh. They attacked him from all sides, merciless, their punches wild, uncontrolled but relentless. David staggered, his eyes wide open, struggling to keep pace with them, his wheezing ragged. A rogue kicked out viciously and he fell to the ground, his body slipping in the leaves. He fought to get to his feet, but they moved too fast, pinning him down, their claws ripping his arms, blood oozing into the ground.

With a nod, she stepped back to allow him room. Joining the circle, Gideon began mimicking the exercises. His movements were less fluid, hampered by his injury. Yet, the sheer willpower behind each motion was palpable to everyone nearby. It was as if he was trying to reclaim some lost part of himself with every punch, every block. But for all his efforts, his body would not cooperate. Each movement sent intense bolts of pain rippling through his body. His nerves were firing like electric shocks, causing him to cry out in pain and frustration with every moment. But Gideon didn't care. He needed this. He needed to get some of this energy out, before it showed up in a worse way. It wasn't long

{ADAM} “Just an unhinged person she used to know.” That’s what she fucking called me. The weight of the bar sits heavy on my palms as I press it up. Sweat drips down my face and through my body, but the hollow ache sitting deep in my chest can't let me focus on my routine. “Tone those abs, man. You’ll need them chiseled for the launch cuz the ladies love that shit!” Dave cheers at me.

____________________________________________________________________________ 23 / 12 / 2021 0 : 00am “It’s too late love…I want you…” he says to me slowly striding towards me. I scream out in pain , in fear and in anger – I could no longer keep those feelings inside anymore. Most of all , I felt disappointed in my self as I could not save my self this time around. No matter how much I trained , no matter how many days I went to the gym , no matter how many kgs I lifted , all of those things were usual as here I am again ; weak and about to be used. I felt my voice box almost give way as I kept on screaming my anger out – I laid my face on my knees afterwards , not willing to see his fac

As I entered David's room, a heavy silence enveloped the space. The room, once a symbol of his strength and resilience, now held a poignant reminder of the challenges he had faced. The scent of healing herbs filled the air, mingling with the warmth of sunlight that streamed through the window. David sat in his wheelchair, his posture exuding both determination and a newfound sense of vulnerability. His body, still recovering from the injuries I had inflicted upon him during our training session, bore the marks of our tumultuous past.

Because if I don’t burn this off before she wakes up, I’m gonna burn the whole fucking house down with her in it. I make it downstairs to the gym while the house is still dark, dawn barely bleeding through the high windows, because if I don’t move my body until it hurts I’m gonna end up back at her door kicking it in and finishing what she started last night. The lights flicker on low when I step inside, cold rubber mats under my bare feet, the smell of leather and sweat already grounding me. I drop the water bottle, wrap my hands quick, and start on the heavy bag, fists slamming hard enough to make the chain rattle while I try to pound her voice out of my head.

And I understand how grief can make you lash out, even at those closest to you. My dad envelops us both in a hug and for the first time in my life, I truly feel part of my family, not just someone sitting on the sidelines, watching the Michael and Gina show. “Oh, sweetheart. Now is not the time to go into everything, but just know your mother and I are here for you. You are not alone. We will help you get through this. Together. Okay?” I nod at him, and both he and my mother start disentangling themselves from me. We are interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. I turn to see a youngish guy standing in the doorway. He looks a little nervous, but he steps forward and introduc