Love Unbreakable Novel Bank Brook Novels & Stories

Everything hurt, and nothing made sense. They called it a psychotic episode. I call it what it truly was. Possession. Because someone like Lloyd doesn't fall in love. He invades, infiltrates, and infects. And now? Now I sit behind padded walls, staring at the ceiling, wondering how love, or whatever that was, could end like this.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

She soon showed me a bathroom attached to a room. I rushed inside and closed the door behind me, the lock clicking with a sense of finality. I immediately grabbed the waistband of my jeans and pulled them down to my knees. My panties were soaked, and my breathing was heavy, ragged. A wave of confusion and self-loathing washed over me. Why was I craving and getting wet for someone I hated? Someone I was supposed to hate?

"Do you think that's better? Not feeling pain?" "No. I think pain is what makes joy meaningful. If you never hurt, you never appreciate healing. If you never lose anything, you never value what you have." Aria took Luna's hand. "Your father and I have suffered. We've both been broken. But that brokenness led us to each other, and to you. I wouldn't trade that journey for anything." "Even if it meant never hurting?" "Even then." Luna nodded slowly, absorbing this. "I think I understand."

But it didn’t… I remembered being overseas with my husband, Grindvald. Every day, I had felt more and more miserable whenever I smelled freshly cut grass or heard the fire crackle as it ate away at the wood in an open fireplace. It was like a hole inside my body that only grew and grew. For a second, I braced myself for the same sensation inside me. I had even prepared a little speech in my head, telling myself that I was going to get home soon if Marcus was the man of honor I believed him to be. But the sensation never came. Instead, I felt at ease and allowed myself to enjoy it.

He told me about his feelings — how long he’d carried them, how deeply they ran, how he’d never act on them because he knew I was destined for someone else. We made a promise that night. No matter what happens, we stay in each other’s lives. No matter where I go, he goes too. No matter who my mate is, Oakley will always be my family. He was my rock long before I met Colton. And I was his. We needed each other — not romantically, not possessively, but in the way two broken souls cling to the only person who ever stayed. And as the night faded into morning, one truth settled deep in my chest:

About the hell I'd lived through for the last seven years. But when I started getting into the darker stuff, he just shook his head. "You've been through enough," he said. "Let me make the future easier." And slowly… I started to believe him. The pain, the betrayal, Dora's cold little voice. They all began to fade, just a little. Then one afternoon, my phone rang. It was Fiona. I almost didn't answer, but something in me said pick it up. "Catrina," she said, voice trembling. "Please… Luca...he's not doing well. He's hurt. Please come. And Dora… Dora needs you."

I already know it’s too much blood, that his life is hanging in the balance. I won’t let him die. I won’t fail him. Not this time. Maerilee meets me the second I cross the barrier. Her hands reach for Brook, but she doesn’t try to take him. Her face is white, eyes wide, wild with fear. “Do something,” she screams. “River, you have to do something!” Her voice cracks, a desperate, feral sound ripping from her chest. My heart breaks, not just for her pain but for mine. Despite everything, I love Brook as much as she does. He is the only family I have left in this world. He saved my life.

It’s no wonder Noah fell for her so easily. I’ve witnessed their love for each other grow. I’ve been there to see it blossom. I was there from the beginning. I saw every stolen glance and every moment of tenderness. And while their love flowered and flourished into something beautiful, my heart withered on the onslaught of unrequited love… And today, it feels like it has finally stopped beating “Noah,” Uncle Rowan’s deep yet firm voice pulls me from the fog that threatened to swallow me. Chloe and Brook's mom died when we were fourteen and their dad left them when Chloe was four; that’s why Uncle Rowan was giving her away instead of her parents.