No Fuerces Las Cosas Novels & Stories

“Things?” “Yes,” he hissed. “I don't call them people. I don't even call them animals. They are things, unfeeling, destructive things. And as I was saying, those things don't play by the rules. You can’t bribe them, You can’t negotiate. They have power and influence all around the fùcking globe.” “If you kill one, ten more come crawling like cockroaches. They feed on blood, burn everything in their path, and leave only chaos in its wake.”

Without trying to work. Without fighting me.

She had always thought that nothing was as good a motivator as furiously wanting to shove someone’s joke back in his face. "Luke, I am so ready for this. Don’t push me into the wave. I just got that feeling where I know I am going to kick some ass." He took his hand off her board to let her try by herself.

Something without a name. Something with many.

I said "What if I become stronger? If I become strong enough and beat you in a race, will you let me claim her?" he asked "Bold of you to even suggest that" I said "Fine then, get stronger and beat me to a race, then I will consider this absurd love" "You just gave me the right motivation Jayden" Landon smiled and I shook my head in disgust "This is exactly what makes you all weak, love" I said "Love doesn't make you weak Jayden, if anything, it makes you stronger and I'll prove that to you when you when I win you on a race"

A force. And it starts tonight.

Not ever. I am not able to speak, I have no words, no strength left to resist.

I took a deep breath and hit play. The recording began with loud noises in the background, and then I could barely hear Cyril's voice, which was all shaky and weak. "Mommy… Mommy… It hurts…" It felt like a punch to the gut. Tears started pouring down my face uncontrollably. Then came the sickening voices of those two women. "Roxy… do you think they're… dead?" "Ugh, seriously? We finally got our acceptance letters and just wanted to chill for a bit, but then we ran into them. Why weren't they paying attention when they crossed the street? Talk about bad luck."

Can't really ask for anything more. •

Not a single thing. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *