Love Unbreakable By Bank Brook Novels & Stories

At the space agency's awards ceremony, my husband gave the honor that should have been mine to his first love, who had just returned from overseas. He accused me of plagiarism and rescinded my promotion in front of everyone. Everyone thought I would argue and make a scene, but I simply smiled and personally placed my work badge around his first love's neck. "A new position calls for a celebration, doesn't it? Why not make it a wedding? I'd be happy to officiate." They didn't know that I was the only one capable of drawing the rocket's design blueprints. Even the resources keeping the project alive had been secured because of my reputation and connections. This time, I wanted to see whe

"But you were wrong. Love made Mom stronger than you ever were. It made her fight harder. Survive longer. Build higher. Love is what made her unbreakable. Not walls. Not hardness. Love." Brock was sobbing so hard he could barely breathe. "And it made me braver. When you tried to take me, I was scared. But I loved Mom more than I feared you. That love gave me strength. It still does." Emma walked to the window, looked out at the prison yard.

​Her voice came through the receiver trembling, cracked and broken, as though she were struggling to breathe amidst a stifled, desperate sob: — "Adrian... I need you." ​Adrian froze dead in his tracks, the lit cigarette slipping from his fingers to hit the cold floor, completely ignored. That single word hit his ears like an electric shock, instantly dissolving his cold facade and the remaining haze of alcohol. He hadn't heard that word from her in years, and the sheer brokenness in her tone made his heart contract violently. ​The forced calm vanished entirely from his voice, replaced by a sharp panic and a raw desperation he could no longer hide:

How he sulked like a kicked puppy over the room arrangements, how his stupid chuckle made my stomach flip, how his smile — rare and real and devastating — makes my heart race even now just thinking about it. My cheeks are hot despite the cold. My pulse won’t settle. I know the answer. I know the stupid, pathetic, terrifying answer to Rayana’s question. But I shake my head anyway. “I don’t know,” I admit. “I don’t… I don’t know if I’m capable of loving someone anymore. Of loving him correctly.” Rayana’s expression softens. The sharp edges fade, and for a moment she looks almost human. Almost kind. “You are,” she says quietly. “Trust me, Ember. The broken ones love hardest. We just need longer

Until three years ago, during an argument, I demanded he choose between me and Ava. In response, he had his men lock me in my rooms and take away my phone. That winter, locked in the estate's basement, I nearly broke. In the end, I gave in and begged for mercy. There was a time we were truly in love. When we were younger, he even took a bullet for me, fired by a rival family. Whatever love we'd had was gone. It was time to make a clean break. Without any hesitation, I answered the voice on the other end of the phone. "I'm sure."

"Either you make the Jenner family pay me back, or you get married to get some money! The Zachman family of Jakersville wouldn't have chosen you if their son weren't a cripple! But you sent yourself onto the other man's bed! I already told you that men are ingrates!" Several times when my dad called for money, Jack was right beside me. I thought he could not hear, but I now realized that he had just been pretending. Just then, a new update popped up on Facebook. Jack posted a photo of the sky full of fireworks, and Lina's silhouette looked especially happy. Jack: [If I can't get you a star, I'll give you a starry sky. Welcome home, my princess.] There was a comment below it. [What a stunning

I promised silently. My throat tightened as the promise wasn’t new; she would have made it a thousand times already, but tonight it felt heavier, carved deeper into her bones. She was alone in this. A tear slipped down my cheek before I could stop it. “No,” I muttered, angrily wiping it away with the back of my hand. “You don’t get to break me,” I said to myself. I rose from the bed and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. The sound of running water filled the space as steam slowly fogged the mirror. I undressed mechanically, like my body was moving on instinct, while my mind drifted somewhere painful.

Still, he insisted, "This isn't an act. I love you. I can't live without you." "Perhaps you're just used to having me around," I countered. "No, it's not that," he protested. "I've never doubted the love we once shared. I believe you truly loved me, and I truly loved you. But times have changed. We both have new paths to follow. Maybe… We're just no longer right for each other in this stage of life." I looked into his eyes and saw a trace of resignation. Deep down, he seemed to understand that the rift between us was irreparable. However, he was reluctant to face the truth.

he mumbled under his breath. “Breakfast is ready, let’s go eat.” He carried her like a child, holding her butt to support her weight, making her rest her chin on his shoulder, as she inhaled his pine scent, which she didn’t think she might get tired of. As the Banks couple got closer, and enjoyed their life together, they wished it could be like this forever, but they knew no matter what, challenges must come in life. But they are not scared, as long as they are together, they can overcome all difficulties.

I stopped and looked back, puzzled. Seeing the complete lack of recognition in my eyes, Sarah finally broke down, tears streaming down her face. I frowned, got into the car waiting by the curb, and left without hesitation. In the rearview mirror, Sarah's figure, crouched by the roadside sobbing, gradually shrank and disappeared.