Indestructible By Disturbed Novels & Stories

“Yes.” A pause. “Why?” “Because we don’t control what it stabilizes into.” Silence again. The word comes back, but it’s weaker now. “…stay…” Not weaker in volume. Weaker in certainty. It’s choosing between versions. Struggling to decide which one fits. Good. That means it hasn’t resolved. And unresolved things can still be broken. “Talk,” I say. “What?” “Not to it. To me.” “That’s your plan?” “Yes.”

“Because perfection is a lie. It’s brittle. It has no memory, no character. It can’t bear weight because it has never been tested.” He reached out then, not to pull Sabatine into an embrace, but to take his hand, turning it over to trace the lines on his palm, the calluses, the faint scars. “You are not damaged goods, Sabatine. You are a tested thing. A proven thing. Every scar, every grave, every shadow in your eyes is a stress-test you survived. That is what makes you strong. Not in spite of the breaks, but because of them. You don’t have to be a pristine pillar. Be the reinforced steel. Be the thing that’s been through the fire and knows how to bend without breaking.”

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I launch the empty cup in my hand across the room, the porcelain shattering as it hits the wall. I sag to the floor, screaming into my hands as I break down. I hear my mum fussing and Freya trying to calm me, but I don’t register their words as I scream out all my pain and frustration. Strong arms scoop me up and hold me close. I know it’s Axel without looking. I sense my guys closing in around us, lending me their strength and reassuring me. “Josie, I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down,” Deacon’s steady voice floats into my mind.

Richard's voice cut through the dissonance, a determined resolve underlining his words, "We can't let the disruptor control our destiny. There must be a way to break free from its insidious influence." As we pressed forward, the disruption's dance became a chaotic symphony, and the celestial voice whispered a final cryptic warning, "The disruptor's machinations blur the boundaries between truth and illusion. Navigate its illusions wisely, for within the enigma's heart, the fate of your cosmic journey hangs in the balance."

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

I am taken aback by a strong force and the smoke barrier breaks. What the fuck-

I pushed my anger in the depths of my soul and decided to play along. "If you know that, then why would you want me to stay here? Who knows, you might be the next victim." I shrugged with a smile. His grey eyes peered into mine as if it was piercing through my soul — just like his father's. And then, there was his sarcastic smile again, "You can't kill." "Oh, really? Though everyone in the orphanage knows what I am capable of." "Every coin has two sides. Some humans are just not mentally capable of trying to understand the entire problem in order to solve it. What they see and hear is always right to them. In other words, they're total idiots." He winked.

It's not good for us if mother finds a single dust on anything. Asking everyone to massage my body, it's like I am alone, only howling like mental. Didn't find a single ear for it. We went to bed. I messaged mom with a range of five hundred words, not less than my previous messages. I can't move my legs and hands. It's stuck as muscle stretches. I didn't join Jim in my life. David went for a week and forgot everything.

He says, and I feel irritated just by hearing that. Now a person cannot have peace because his mate is around, I did not even ask for this damned mate. “Is she dying?” that would be the only time I leave this bed to go check on her. “No, but I feel her destress, something is wrong?” Trojan tells me. “Then if she is not dying let me sleep, besides, what could be stressing her when she is supposed to be sleeping?” I asked letting my irritation show in my voice.