Protecting Her Novels & Stories

She also said that, if I want to be safe in the future; then I should never forget to use protection; either by using contraceptive pills or condoms. The following morning, the day after Sunday; Lulu and I got dressed up for school; we were just on our way outside, I saw mom's car driving in; Lulu looks at me and said she'd go and get the cab for us; I waited for mom to get down from her car; and the second, her legs touched the ground; she met me looking straight at her; her face was strangely looking pale…

Before this all exploded. I had to protect her. No matter what.

“Capture the architecture, the bloom cycles, the resonance patterns. I want a record they can’t delete.” I looked into her eyes and saw the contours of something brittle and fierce—something ready to be weaponized. But it wasn’t malice in her; it was purpose. “And what about you?” I asked quietly. “Who protects you when they send someone who doesn’t come by the net?” She smiled, and the steam at her back made her more than whole. “I’m learning to protect myself.” She reached out, brushing the back of her hand against my forearm. And for a moment, the fog returned—not outside, but in my chest, clouding logic with something warmer.

she asked one day, pointing to her personal guard. “Because you’re special. Important. We need to keep you safe.” I tried to explain at a level she could understand. “Don’t want safe. Want play.” She pouted adorably. “I know, sweetheart. But the world isn’t always nice. Some wolves want to hurt you. We’re protecting you from them.” “I protect me!” She declared, her silver eyes glowing slightly. “Like this!” She tried to summon her power, managing a tiny spark of light.

She couldn’t protect herself but I could protect her. “You’re safe with me,” I said as I pulled her into my arms that night. She fit with me like a puzzle piece, as if she was created just for me – the goddess did. No one, no one on the planet could harm her as long as I lived. “It doesn’t feel that way,” she answered in a strange voice. My heart pounded and my head hurt. Shielding her from the horrors in my life was the right to do, right?

She said. "The only way I can protect everyone, is by keeping my mouth shut,"

I had no idea what she was talking about. How can hurting her be a way to protect her? I couldn’t fathom the thought of bringing her pain, whether it was physical or emotional… I couldn’t hurt her. I wouldn’t. As they carried her away, she kept her eyes on me. “Wait, what am I protecting her from?” I found myself asking before they could get too far away. “Who is after her?” The woman’s lips tipped upward. “Anyone hungry for power,” she whispered. “Protect her before the others find her and claim her as their own.”

Brandon tried to help, but she shoved him too, hard enough that he staggered into the table. “Don’t touch him!” The words ripped out of me like fire. My grip tightened, and for a second we were locked—her eyes inches from mine, wild and furious, mine full of something that felt like breaking. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shake her until she finally saw. But all I could do was choke out, “Why are you protecting him?” Her voice dropped to a whisper, low and sharp. “Because he’s the only one left who still listens to me.”

He was her everything! Ezekiel is the only family she has now ! Nothing must happen to me ! . She sniffed back when she felt a tear running down her cheek . She wiped it away with the back of her hand , and yet another was falling before she could finish cleaning that one . And another ! And another ! Until her eyes were getting blurred from the tears. She'll definitely consider Mariah's opinion . Mariah has told her to get some bodyguard to protect herself in case of situation like this

“Answer me. What did you do?” She shakes her head violently, eyes darting between him and me, like a trapped animal searching for an escape. “I—I did it for you! Always for you!” Caden’s brows furrow. “For me? What the hell are you talking about?” “You wouldn’t understand,” she stammers, tears spilling. “Everything I’ve done… every move I’ve made… it was to protect you, to keep you safe from people like her—” she points at me with a trembling finger, “—who were never worthy of you!”