Elijah Price Unbreakable Novels & Stories

Her voice shook with excitement. "This... this is century-old blood vine, the kind that grows only on sheer cliffs deep in the mountains. You can't buy this on the market. It's priceless!" Then she opened the bottle of salve, and her eyes nearly popped out. "Could this be... the black jade bone-mending salve lost for a century? My God, this purification technique, this potency..." Dr. Mercer suddenly looked up and stared at Mrs. Whitmore, asking urgently, "This half bottle of salve, plus these herbs, is worth at least three million!

She pressed play and my world shattered. Anna’s voice was clear and sharp. “Let’s cut to the chase. What’s the offer?” A pause. Then Luciana’s measured voice. “We only want what’s best for everyone.” Anna scoffed. “Please. Just tell me the number.” Mother’s voice was clipped. “Ten million dollars.” Anna laughed. But the recording skipped slightly, and when her voice returned, it was cold. “That’s pocket change, I want more.” Another pause. Then Anna’s voice again, lower, deliberate.

But I never thought it'd be without Lyssa. I was going to buy her the world. Was going to buy her everything she wanted not caring about the price. Yet I was getting to that point and we were far apart. I took my phone and called Juls. "How's mom, how's everything? I asked. " When are you coming back? "Soon "I replied " Did you see the package? "What's going on? She asked " Rev we need to talk, how did you...? A million naira was too small for their upkeep

His eyes drifted to the doorway where Francesa had fled after their encounter. Elijah's jaw tightened. He hated the idea of owing Zeus anything, of putting Francesa at risk with his uncle's hungering gaze. But he knew he didn't have a choice. "And the price?" he asked through gritted teeth. Zeus leaned forward, setting his glass down with a soft click. "The price is simple, nephew. Your little genie. She'll warm my bed and bind us together, lend me her power to shield us all." Elijah's fists clenched harder, knuckles white. "She doesn't belong to you."

“They know exactly how much I cost.” “Eliana—” “Four hundred and fifty million,” she said, her voice cracking. “That’s what I’m worth. That’s the price tag on my head.” “No,” I swore, stepping toward her. “That was a deal with your father. It had nothing to do with your worth. You are priceless. I told you that last night.” “Last night,” she let out a choked laugh. “Last night, you told the world you ‘won’ me. And this morning, they have proof that you just outbid everyone else.”

Christian lowered the gun slightly… and then, in a flash of fury, turned and smashed it hard on the marble table, causing the weapon to bounce and clatter violently. “This isn’t over,” he growled, pointing at Ethan and Ilda. “But it won’t end in blood. It’ll end in court, in prison, in ruin. That’s the kind of justice you deserve.” He stormed out of the room, his shoulders shaking. And as the silence returned, broken only by Ilda’s soft sobs and Olivia’s trembling prayers, one truth hung in the air: Christian Blake was no longer broken. He was out for war.

“It’s very pretty. I like it.” “Noted,” Elijah replied with a smile before turning to the salesperson. Without so much as hesitating, he pointed to the most expensive phone in the case—a brand new top-of-the-line model in a sleek rose gold color. “We’ll take this model, and can we add the pink case?” I blinked at him, startled not only by the price tag but by his quick decision. “Elijah, that’s too much. I don’t need—” He cut me off with a look. “Agnes, let me do this. Please.”

“By standing down. If you truly care for him, you would want him to be happy with the mate the goddess chose.” The words landed like an insult. Tahlia’s composure cracked fully then. “Don’t act special. You show up out of nowhere with magic and prophecy and suddenly he is yours? It is not real. You used magic to ensnare him. You faked a bond to steal what belongs to me.” Rebel stared at her for a long moment, then she laughed softly. “If I wanted to enchant someone into loving me,” Rebel said quietly, stepping closer, “I wouldn't need tricks. And I certainly wouldn't pick someone who was already breaking free of you. Elijah chose me because he saw the truth of who I am. Can you say the same?

“I want him to suffer. To feel the loss he made me feel.” “Then we’ll make it happen,” Elijah said firmly. I hesitated, my mind racing. “But… how? You said it yourself—he’s untouchable. He has connections with the royals. How are we supposed to take revenge on someone like him?” Elijah’s lips pressed into a thin line, determination etched into every feature. “I’ll show you. But first, look at these details and photos. Tell me what you notice.” He spread the photos across the table, each one capturing a scene of devastation. I leaned over them, my stomach churning at the gruesome images. They were all the same—bodies strewn across the ground, packs annihilated with no mercy.

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