Limit Breaker Novel Korean Novels & Stories

"Don't you want to talk to me? Before I go home?" "No, I'm not! You can go home now." Nova keeps running and says at length, Liana pretends not to hear. "Where's your dad's house?" asked Nova. Liana is confused, why does Nova ask where her father lives? "You'll know." "Really?" "Yes." Liana stops her pace, turns around. "Good night, Nova." Nova smiles, he lets Liana into the boarding house. "Good night too, Liana." Liana then enters the boarding house. Suddenly Liana feels that there is something left behind and Liana calls name Nova. Liana's hand marks love with her finger, a symbol of Korean love.

After kicking my suitcase aside, he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to turn around. Then, he kissed me violently on the lips. The strong taste of smoke and alcohol flooded my mouth. I struggled desperately, but it was useless. Tears welled up in my eyes. When I finally managed to break free, I slapped him hard across the face. "Gabriel Johnson! Get away from me!" Gabriel slowly turned to look at me. His eyes were filled with deadly rage. The next moment, he threw me over his shoulder. Ignoring my attempts to push him away, he walked with long strides toward the bedroom.

It seemed like another life. I contorted my face in disgust. Which made him change his mind and lower his hand. He was still smart. “Okay, I see how well you take care of yourself," he replied harshly. That hurt. But I wasn't going to let him break up with me, not again.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

She replayed memory after memory, searching for the moment love had shifted into ambition. Tears blurred her vision. Not delicate tears. Angry ones. The kind that come when your foundation cracks beneath your feet. She had married a partner. She was now confronting a rival. Her phone vibrated again. Alina. "Mia… investors are calling. They've seen the teaser. They're asking questions." Of course they were. The crisis had begun. The Decision By dawn, exhaustion had given way to clarity. Mia stood before the mirror in her bedroom. Her reflection looked different.

His face was so handsome, even with a tragic look on his face. I turned away from him and began to walk to my dorm. I would not falter. I would not break. I am Maeve Collins, and nobody gets the upper hand on me. But as I walked across the lawn to my dorm, a part of me knew that the mantra had abandoned me. I had finally found the one thing that could break me. The rest of my trek to the dorm is a blur in my mind, as if I had dissociated to walk across it.

Viktor led the outcasts in a flanking maneuver, breaking the ring that held Greer. Greer fell as they reached her, her blade falling from her hand, her eyes closing. Aria caught her, lowering her to the ground, pressing her hand against the wound in her side. “You are not dying,” Aria said, her voice fierce. “You are not dying.” Greer’s eyes fluttered open, a ghost of a smile touching her scarred lips. “It takes more than that to kill me.” Mira appeared at Aria’s side, her hands already glowing with healing light. “I need space. I need time.”

Then reality slaps me. I’m supposed to lie low. I’m supposed to stay away. I’m supposed to be protecting a secret that could ruin everything. And here I am, kissing my combat coach. My mate who doesn’t even want me. While wearing three layers of clothes and barely holding my scent together. That’s all it takes—one flicker of reason. Like a thin thread snapping, the spell breaks. The heat drains, replaced by a cold, sharp awareness of exactly what I’m doing and I shove him back.

She reaches out, and holds my arm, “You’ve been crying a lot. Look at you Hermione.” A broken laugh escapes me. “What do you expect? Two years locked away… and now this waiting for me as soon as I get home? I’m… I’m shattered, Zara.” I breathe out, not even finding the strength to talk. Her grip tightens. “No. You’re hurting, yes. But you’re not shattered. You’re still you. You’re still Hermione.” “The smart girl that can program dead bodies to function, but can't fry eggs without turning them black.”

But watching the wreckage of his choices—watching a child nearly pay the price for his lies—snapped the last fragile thread holding my faith together. A man who risks his child doesn’t deserve my understanding. A man who lies while others bleed doesn’t deserve my love. Trust doesn’t break loudly. It breaks quietly, completely. I walk beside Vance, my steps steady, my face calm. I don’t feel numb—I feel clear. Pain fades when certainty takes its place. I will never trust Andrew again. Not with my heart. Not with my loyalty. Not with the version of myself that once believed in him. And love? Love doesn’t end in screams.