Invincible True Story Novels & Stories

Sienna looked at Matty and said indifferently, “In fact, I’ve also heard about this incident, and it’s the real version of the event. Do you want to hear it?” Matty nodded repeatedly. “Yes!” “The real version is like this. The partner who was eager to save the hostages got his identity as an undercover agent exposed, so he suffered inhumane torture. All of his tendons and hamstrings were cut off, and he was tortured to the point where there was no unharmed skin on his body. He didn’t say a word and he didn’t betray his partner until the end. He simply resigned to his fate and died an upright man.

He sounded more exhausted then anything. She shook her head with certainty. "No, it wasn't your fault. I heard rumours in the break room. I know what happened." Well, she didn't learn about Seth defending her honour from the rumours. Daisy really doubted he turned into a real life hulk and flipped tables onto the prison officers for just looking in his direction. Green skin and everything apparently. Yeah, it was extremely unlikely. Nate and Levi were also sick of the rumours so they, not so nicely, asked a prisoner what had happened. He stopped boasting about how he survived a blood thirsty Seth and instead told them about the prison officers provoking him into fighting back and brutal beat

She had stayed until the ambulance came, hidden in the shadows as they rushed him away. And now, not up to 24 hrs, he was on every headline. Adrian Blackwood, the billionaire who had survived an impossible escape. The press wanted his story. The world wanted his words. But he had refused. Turned down every interview. Rejected every media request. She had seen him on the news earlier—walking out of the hospital, ignoring reporters, his movements steady despite the injury. There had been something about the way he carried himself, something almost… untouchable.

I caught up with Ian after everyone had left. “The man I just met outside the locker room, is he really Mickle's son?” I asked. “Who?” Ian feigned amnesia. “Iverson!” I said. “The man in the wheelchair.” “Oh, yes!” Said Ian. “He's the son of Mickle and his ex-wife!” “What happened to his leg?” Ian frowned and paused for a few seconds. I guess he's wondering if he should answer me. “Iverson was a peacekeeper. He was injured on a mission and his legs were paralyzed,” Ian said, looking around, “This is a painful memory for Iverson,” he told me in a low voice. “Mr Blanton has kept this from the press.”

They thought they finally had the Pakhan under their thumb. They were wrong. I can still hear the gunfire and explosions, smell the smoke and death. Ivan and I were the only ones who made it out alive. None of those abductors survived. I still remember the way I broke down when he put me in the bathtub and cleaned the blood and ashes from my body. I still remember the way he held me and refused to leave me alone even for a second. He kept apologizing, saying that it would never ever happen again. That the incident was an eye-opener, and now he wouldn’t stop until he became the most powerful in the entire continent.

“Traitor. Fucking the enemy coach. Think you can play both sides and get away with it?” Marc backed up—hands loose, stance balanced from years on the pitch. “Walk away.” They didn’t. First punch glanced off his jaw—sharp sting, stars exploding behind his eyes. Marc dodged the second, tackled low—instinct from years on the pitch, shoulder driving into the man’s gut, both crashing into the wall with a grunt. But the third man kicked—hard—into Marc’s ribs. Crack. Pain exploded white-hot, air punched out of him like a deflated ball. He went down. Boots rained—stomach, back, ribs again. He curled—protected his head, took the hits, tasting blood in his mouth. Heard sirens distant—someone must have

In fact, everything I am giving him will never comapre to the pain he subjected me to. This man broke me. In his hands, I was Battered and Broken Yet I remained Invincible. This idiot and left me for dead but I somehow survived. I believe my survival was for a reason and this reason was for me to live to get rid of scum like Connor from this universe. I start cutting him slowly, his blood spattering in every direction. Without any limbs, he cannot flail around. He is as quiet as a sheep on the alter. I watch with satisfaction as his life force slowly leaves him.

Roderick held his hands up in a non-threatening manner and looked at Angie. "I love you, Angie, stay strong." Roderick said as he looked into her terrified eyes. "Think of the baby." "lady Angelica, don't decode the missive for them it's a matter of national security! If you do you're a traitor!" Mr. Simcoe roared at her just as he attacked the man next to him. A gun went off and Mr Simcoe was dead before he hit the floor. Angie shivered at the site of his blank open eyes, knowing roderick's and the baby's fate if she fought them too.

They could not believe that everything happening before their eyes was real. It was because Johansson was the elite special agent and the ultimate powerhouse! They spent so much effort and money on Johansson to mould him into an invincibilis powerhouse. He was supposed to show that Murica was most powerful country in the world. They were supposed to win the Martial Arts Cup.. Instead, their unmatched powerhouse was actually finished off by a young man from Rheasia who broke his neck like a chicken? Frankly, they found that they could not accept the truth even after witnessing it with their own eyes.

She just got up from the chair and went outside. “Hey!” Ivan called her but she did not answer back. She did not even hear him in that noise. He did not mind at all. He just shrugged his shoulders and ran to his uncle who was surrounded by many people and the paparazzi. “Uncle!” He called him, getting his attention. He smiled upon seeing him and then the people pulled themselves back, giving Ivan a way to him. He approached him and Christian pulled him in his arms. On the other hand, Gabriella made her way out, excusing herself.