Elijah Price Unbreakable Novels & Stories

“I don’t recall saying I wouldn’t.” Her lips twitched in amusement before she gestured toward the man who had been at her side. “This is Elijah. He’s an old friend.” Elijah extended a hand, his smile effortless. “Good to finally meet you. Naomi’s mentioned you.” Mr. Wells shook his hand, his grip firm but measured. “Has she?” Naomi shot Elijah a look before turning back to Mr. Wells. “Elijah’s an artist. He has a few pieces here tonight.” Mr. Wells glanced at the nearest canvas, then back at Elijah. “Impressive.”

"Plus, that dream catcher's beyond repair. It'll just break again. Goodbye." The call did not shake me, and I dove back into work. Later that day, the news broke—Jeffrey had narrowly escaped death. Elaine—so full of pride—had squandered her golden years on Jeffrey. She had lured him to the coast for a final goodbye, claiming she would agree to an arranged marriage as her family wished. Jeffrey walked into her trap, and she pushed him into the sea. Caught for attempted murder, Elaine's face was wild with madness on camera.

"I’ll post something tonight. In my own words. And as for my father... let him try. If he wants a war, he’ll get one." Tessa blinked. "You’re serious." "Dead serious. I’m not going back." That evening, she sat on the couch with Ethan beside her, typing her post. “This is me. Not a curated version. Not a PR spin. Just me. I fell in love with someone unexpected. I walked away from a life that looked perfect but felt hollow. And I won’t apologize for it. To the women feeling stuck in boxes they didn’t build—this is your permission to break free. You don’t owe anyone your silence.”

"Celine did the right thing. Didn't she start out so defiant? Now look at her. She has completely given in!" "Exactly. Someone like her deserves to be beaten to death. Who does she think she is, stealing someone else's man?" "And she said she was Shawn's mom? As if!" Celine gazed at me like she was admiring a piece of art she had crafted. Then, she pulled out her phone and began recording a video. She focused the camera on my face, which was now covered in swollen red rashes from my allergic reaction. I had been raised in comfort and luxury—I had never once endured hardship. Yet here I was, beaten to a bloody mess and humiliated on video.

"Are you insane? That's five million dollars!" "It's ash," Elion said, dropping the burning paper onto his pristine plate. He watched it burn. He watched the zeros turn into smoke. "You just burned your future," Lysander gasped, staring at the charred remains. "You just burned your freedom." "No," Elion said. "I burned my price tag." He stood up. "I'm not for sale, Lysander. And I'm not looking for a keeper." "You're choosing him?" Lysander stood up too, his face flushing red. "The cripple? The nobody? He can't give you anything! He can't even walk!"

The return from death by the act of another being's soul, one who loved him, who loved Elijah. Elijah was about to embrace his mother, siblings, and father, but Melia's voice stopped him. He turned to her, looking into her eyes. "You must embrace them, you must feel them when you finish the prayer," she said, trying to keep her words, so different from Skalliet's, from confusing his mind. "Jahjah, look at me," she asked when she noticed he was looking at Skalliet because of what he was saying. She couldn't let him be convinced. "You are the perfect carnation that, despite everything, lives in my hands. If you still love me as intensely as I do, you must understand that all the evil that has

I needed the real thing, the live, raw experience that no fantasy could replicate. But at that price? A temptation too steep to ignore. Elijah’s voice purred over the line, laced with a teasing edge. “You’re not paying for sustenance alone, Doc,” he whispered. “You’re paying for the privilege of breaking in something beautiful and wild. Like a cheap tag—that alone costs extra, little brother.” A shiver ran down Doc’s spine, not entirely from the cold. The words resonated strangely, as if Elijah’s voice was a key to unlocking some hidden craving buried beneath his rational mind.

“No! There’s got to be another way. Pay her off. Everybody has a price. Give her as much as she wants.” I keep my voice calm. “If there was another way, I would have taken it. She does not care about money. This, this is what she wants. Elijah, you are not fragile anymore. You are incredibly strong. You can absorb this.” “I am not going to, it’s not happening.” I can’t help being proud, as he stands there, his hands on his hips, resolve on his face.

It was the largest vivid purplish-pink diamond in the world, and every eye in the room was locked onto it. Without blinking, I raised my bidding paddle. The hammer dropped at 238 million. Clyde's expression as he swiped the card? Priceless. I acted oblivious, beaming as I pulled him in front of the cameras. "Honey, thank you so much," I said brightly, leaning into him. "I can't believe you got me something this extravagant. You're the best—love you tons!" Applause broke out all around us, and congratulations were offered. "Mr. Sherwood really is famous for spoiling his wife—we've heard the stories, but now we've seen it for ourselves."

I was now the one at Elijah's mercy. Neal's eyes turned red when he saw me being held hostage. "Let Ellie go, Elijah. I'll give you all the money you want!" Elijah bared his teeth. "I don't think ten million dollars is too much to ask in exchange for your marriage to my sister, right?" Ten million dollars? My mind short-circuited at that. I snapped, "Have you really lost your mind, Elijah? He's not—"