Novel & Cerita Love Unbreakable

Angelina's POV - It's the season of winter and snowfall isn't a exception. I actually love snowfall but sometimes I also hate it, like now because I have to clear all the snow from the front door. This is the story of every winter where my parents never help me out, its just that they order me to clean it up.

I may have been only your private secretary in the past, but when your son and I save you, I will forever be your love. Looks like bad times are coming back in a few years, but that's a subject for a different story. For now, what's important is that there is no one in the world capable of breaking the love of the 3. You know why? Because they are perfect for each other, and that is unbreakable.

The dam inside her cracked further, and she let herself fall into his arms. “I’m… I’m too broken,” she whispered, her face buried against the fabric of his shirt. “I’m… unlovable. Too messy. Too damaged. They… I… I can’t...” “You’re not broken,” he interrupted, brushing her hair back, thumb against the line of her jaw. His lips hovered near her temple, warm, deliberate. “You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known. You survive every attack, every lie, every betrayal, and you still stand. You’re alive, Luna. That’s what makes you irresistible. That’s what makes me want to fight beside you, not for you, not over you, but with you.”

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:

“I promise… I promise to get better, so that there would be nothing that can come between us again.” He frowned. “Get better?” “I know I don’t deserve your consideration,” I ignored him, not realising that, or even what I had said to warrant his question. “But the truth will always be that I love your son,” I admitted, cleaning my face as my eyes teared up again. “And I’m even more in love with him seeing how much he’s sacrificing to save our marriage. Even if…even if that doesn’t work and we end up separating, I wouldn’t ever stop loving him. I couldn’t.”

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.

“You talk about the you that survives by being alone. That man was already broken. He was a ghost. A brilliant, honourable ghost, but a ghost nonetheless. I don’t want that man. I want a man who is brave enough to be broken open. By love. By me.” His hand slid to the back of Sabatine’s neck, holding him firmly. “You say loving me might destroy you. Then we won’t let it. We’ll destroy the fear instead. Not by ignoring it, but by facing it. Together. We’ll weaponize it. We’ll use this love as our intelligence—the one thing our enemies can’t predict, can’t quantify, can’t corrupt. They think love is a weakness. Let’s prove them wrong. Let’s make it our fortress.”

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."

“Kane did. He found her at the inn and kept her safe this whole time, so that he could give her back to you. He gave her to me tonight.” Lily froze. “I told you he was looking for you,” she finally said. She looked up at me, still stroking the toy’s fur. “He loves you. And he loves me, too, or he wouldn’t have brought Pinky all the way here.” Her chin dimpled a little, quivering as her big eyes filled with tears. “So why does everything have to be so hard?” I didn’t know how to answer her. I thought about telling her that sometimes loving someone wasn’t enough, or that Kane had a pack to think about and a princess and a prophecy with his name on it.

"Dear Ariana, it's okay. Here's a brave hug for you." I thought my parents did not know anything. It turned out that they did; they just refused to give me what I needed most. I had always longed for a warm embrace, which was why I felt I could be happy too when Jack held me tightly in his arms at 18. A dog starved for love was the easiest to fool. Even a bone could make it loyal for years. That day, I cried for a long time, clutching my leg in a cast. I had never felt wronged before, but the tears just refused to stop.