Elijah Price Unbreakable Novels & Stories

I interrupted him before he could continue, saying, "You don't get to talk to me. I will never forgive you. I hope to never see you again in my next life." As things finally ended, all those who did evil deeds got what they deserved. I could finally start my new life. 'My dear baby, Mommy is coming to find you.'

She can get mad at me later, but for now I got to save her. “What’s his price?” I ask crossing my fingers, hoping his price would be something Devil could afford, I’ll pay her back later. “Elle, you know he’s not a bad guy, he just…” Paul starts. “He’s what Paul? What’s his price?” I ask frustrated with him. “Well just so you know, he promised to never ever hurt you, but Elle his price is you” he says making my heart skip few beats. “For…for how long?” I ask him, I did that with Devil before, it still scares me, it makes my heart skip, but I need to save her, I’ll do this for her.

"Man, you need to be concerned with her hurting YOU!! Yeah, you big and all, but that girl is a killer for real. Goddess forbid you hold back. She might accidentally kill you!" Elias said, chuckling. "He's exaggerating, Elijah. I'm not that bad." All the guys, Psy, even Bruce gave me a side ways look. I smirked, blushing. Damn. A bitch can't train without judgment?? Elijah shrugged his shoulders before walking into the ring with me. He really is a big guy. He's literally bigger than everyone here, I believe. He stood across from me, arms crossed over his chest. Elijah is damn near 7 foot tall, and his ass is wide as hell. He has beautiful hazel eyes that contrasted beautifully with his deep

"They’ve committed crimes against the Crown by inciting scurries and talk about---" "I speak for equal rights and freedom to all men," a voice interrupted from behind us - also in Latin! And this time I had a hard time hiding my surprise. It was Markus! "And not just the fools lucky enough to be born into it." His dark eyes burned like fire, and his words ignited a flame in my heart that burned away all doubts and fear. This man needed to live. To inspire and shine. To be told and retold. I needed to save his life...

Williams' grip on her hands tightened, and she could see in his eyes that he understood, that he forgave everything, that none of it mattered anymore except this moment. "You are the strongest person I know," Elodie continued, her voice growing stronger. "You've endured pain that would have destroyed most people, and yet you came through it with your capacity to love intact. You came back to me. You fought for us when it would have been so much easier to walk away. And that, Williams—that determination, that loyalty, that pure, beautiful heart of yours—that's what I fell in love with."

At the end, she added, "Wait for me to finish up. I want to go shopping with you." "Okay. I need to get an Outoman figurine as a gift, too." Even though I couldn't see Benedict's expression, I knew he was smiling. A few days ago, Jeremy had clung to Benedict's arm and asked him for a "big boy" gift since he was turning seven soon. Benedict had nodded and asked him what he wanted, poking Jeremy's forehead as he did so. Jeremy had said, with all the confidence of a seven-year-old, that he wanted an Outoman figurine.

“You heard that, this is the highly-paid doctor of this area. His diagnosis is reliable. “What other tricks are you going to pull?”

I kept going before she could interrupt. “The Prima society just came here and warned us the barrier will open again,” I said. “And this time they do not have the capacity to close it. The only person who could do it was Elaine. Elaine is gone.” That landed. I saw it in my mother’s eyes. Saw the flicker of real fear before pride rushed in to cover it. “Then they are lying,” she said. “They are not.” “I fought for you to have that position.” Her voice broke again, but now with fury instead of grief.

she explained. I knew it immediately. His powers. I understood, and my heart broke. “Elijah won’t agree to live without his shadows,” I said, though I didn’t know if it was true. My mother smiled sadly. “Elijah would agree to live without the sky if it would give you back your breath,” my mother said without hesitation. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time, because it was true. My mate, my dark Alpha, my impossible man, my storm with divine eyes—he was capable of arguing with the gods, destroying ancient monsters, and offering himself as a sacrifice without reading the fine print.

No one laughed. THE HEIR’S RAGE Elijah stood alone on the balcony of his own hotel room, gripping the railing hard enough that his knuckles whitened. Vale. The name felt foreign and infuriating. His entire life had been a carefully curated lie. Different cities. Different guardians. Different stories. Always moving. Always hiding. Now he knew why. His phone buzzed. Unknown Number: You don’t owe them loyalty. You owe yourself revenge. Elijah’s lips curled. “So,” he murmured, “they’ve come crawling.”