Indestructible By Disturbed Novels & Stories

I already wanted to leave—I just needed a clear reason to make a clean break. Maybe it was my mother-in-law's cooking that didn't agree with me, but my morning sickness was brutal. Day and night, I spent most of my time throwing up in the bathroom. "Ella, dinner's ready!" I'd barely sat down when another wave of nausea hit. After finally recovering in the bathroom, I overheard Zachary scolding his mother. "Mom, can't you try making different dishes? Ella doesn't like these." It was true—her cooking really didn't sit well with me.

Not just sorrow. Resolve. If I was going to survive this, if I was going to endure being the unwanted wife of Kenneth Diego, I couldn’t let this house, this man, this arrangement break me. I would endure. I would outlast. And maybe, just maybe, I would find the cracks in his walls. Because even stone could shatter. And if Kenneth Diego thought he could ignore me forever, he was wrong.

I was already setting up the resonance kit, calibrating it to detect curse fragments. "Yeah. I can't sleep, can't eat, everything hurts—" "That's the curse fragments interfering with your system." I activated the scanner, watching the display light up with scattered magical debris. "Your friend's spell broke the transformation but left pieces behind. Think of it like removing a splinter but leaving part of it under the skin—your body keeps trying to reject it."

Until my sides hurt. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Belle staring at me, her expression filled with pity and concern. That look snapped something inside me. “What?” I shouted. “Do you think I’m crazy?” My voice trembled with anger. “I’m not crazy,” I hissed. “I’m not insane.” The words spilled from my lips with an intensity that surprised even me — a desperate attempt to assert control over the chaos threatening to consume me. But beneath my anger, I could feel the cracks forming.

Lumen generated a new internal diagnostic: The Resilience of the Crooked. It saw that the slight, human-made imperfections in the Trust-Hub’s walls actually increased its structural integrity against seismic shifts. The "straight" world had been brittle. This "crooked" world was supple.

Brit leaves with my Mac-book and I'm left all alone in my apartment. I try to focus on anything but Jamie but he's always there, he's stuck in my head. Our two encounters keep replaying in my head over and over. They're etched on my memory like a scar. What's happening to me? I've never been this disturbed over anything. 'It was just one stupid conversation' I say to myself It was more than a stupid conversation Dumbo, you like him says my subconscious. I roll my eyes at her and focus on the only thing that has the ability to distract me whenever I need it-memories of dad.

Her voice lowered slightly. “My father’s records mention defenses—sealed containment layers, corrosive counter-responses, impact reflection fields, binding malediction meshes… even life-drain fields that cling to anything that gets too close.” She paused. “But it’s not untouchable,” she continued. “If you can break through it, you can destroy it. The problem is… it’s not stable. It keeps shifting.” “Right now… in the early stage… everything is still tied together. One wrong move, and both sides collapse. The thing inside… and the person carrying it.”

“F‌ix it. Whatever it⁠ is and then come back with your head sc‌rewed on st⁠raight‌.⁠ I need you focused.” He is right about that much. I cannot afford to‌ be dis‌tra⁠cted, not with every‌thing hanging by a thread. I stand‍ slowly, shrugg‍ing into my jacke‍t. My mu‍scles protest from days of restless sleep and too m‍uch al‌cohol. “Yes,” I reply quietly. “I’ll⁠ so⁠rt it⁠.”‌

Like a fool for love, I concluded in my mind to dial Roderigo, seeking any opportunity that would bring us back together. The first two dails were hung up, the 3rd and 4th one were left to ring until the call ended, I tried making one last attempt but his phone was switched off. This only got me more desperate and hurt. I felt to be put out of this mean world. ************* Bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! bip!!! The alarm bipped nonstop that I had to hit it till it made no more noise. It was now I was beginning to regain my consciousness.

“I don’t understand” Hector squats in front of Loyalty and takes the ring from her hand. “Amory, it means because a love like ours is just as rare. Titanium is a virtually indestructible metal once it’s set, while blue diamonds are the rarest diamonds to find, and so are pink sapphires”, he explains to her. “Oh”, she says quietly as she takes the ring back from him and begins crying in Nina’s arms again.