Spirit Unbreakable Novels & Stories

But while Mikel was to attacking Wisdom, Wisdom was only dodging his attacks without trying to hurt him. "Mikel I don't want to hurt you, because it seems that you are not okay!" Wisdom shouted to Mikel who don't even care to know. Mikel's mind seems to be controlled by an angry spirit of braveness, as everything that was reflecting in his mind at this minute is to eliminate anything that tries to step in his way. Besides it wasn't his fault, after receiving abuse from his teammates, telling him that he is weak and fearful, he has to show that he is strong and brave which was leading to another aspect

The strength of the cultivation base, completely overwhelming the Break Bone Human above, is definitely not the ability of the Break Bone Human to stand up to it. If it weren't for the taboo of Break Bone Human's identity, only one hit would be enough to punch and kill Break Bone Human. Break Bone Human looked gloomy, his face was a little pale, he naturally understood that it was the other party to be lenient. Otherwise, he would have died under this fist, but he couldn't help but want to take action, silently praying in his heart. At this moment, a spirit filled the sky, shot up to the sky, and that momentum rushed up to the nine heavens above the clouds, leading to the heavens and the ear

"But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah." I shrugged softly, "I don't care, Tiffany. I want you and if that comes with pieces all over the place then I'm okay with it. You don't get it," I chuckled softly, moving the hand that was cupping her face back to her hands to hold them gently in mine. "I can't unlove you. I can't forget the feeling of holding you when you sleep next to me. I can't forget how your eyes would get a bit bigger every time something surprising would happen in Prison Break. I can't forget the dreadful look on your face every time you walk in to math class, wanting it to be over

“Ezra…” “I know I’m drunk, and maybe tomorrow you’ll think it doesn’t count because of that.” I grabbed her hand, holding it like it was the only lifeline I had. “But it’s the only time I have the courage to say it. Sober me is a coward. Sober me keeps pushing you away but drunk me……” I let out a broken laugh. “Drunk me just wants you to know the truth.” Her hand didn’t pull away. That tiny detail nearly undid me.

You can still stand. But her knees felt weak, her notes were useless without the supporting data, and her voice was caught in her throat. Her fingers tightened around the empty folder, desperate for something—anything—to hold onto. She looked at the judges again. Then at the audience. The walls felt like they were closing in. Her heart was thudding so hard, she couldn’t hear her own thoughts. 'This isn’t just sabotage,' she realized, her lip trembling. 'This is humiliation. Deliberate. Calculated. Designed to break me. This is to ensure that no tech company ever hires me after today.'

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

I was too hard on him at the fountain, after all, Ethan deserved better than me just treating him with the rudeness of a spoiled girl and not the coherence of the grown woman I am now. It seemed he had that power, he awakened the rebellious teenager in me. We had so much to talk about. I just didn't know if I would be ready for another round of truth. What else would I discover if I allowed myself to open up to this Ethan again? And most importantly, how badly would I hurt myself again? I guess there must be a number of times that a person can take a beating from life and get up again. I got up one time after another, and I don't know how many more times I could take it.

You're just gone. I was done. I was completely, soul-crushingly done. I locked the screen of my phone, my vision blurring with heat and rage. My fingers brushed over the ring again. This time, I took it off. It didn't mean anything anymore. I picked up my phone and called his mother, Fiona Moretti. She answered almost instantly. "Mother," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "I'm sorry, but this year… I might not be able to make it to the family reunion, because..."

“I hadn’t found my mate. I was on the verge of being sold off—forced to bind myself to a man old enough to be my father. Then Morgan appeared. He… intervened.” “Intervened,” Bella repeated slowly, imagining a prince arriving like a sword through fate. “We mated within days. Marked within weeks. I never returned to that town.” Sandra exhaled. “When a hybrid chooses… they do so with their entire soul. It is not softness. It is possession. Sanctuary. And damnation if you abandon them.” Bella’s cheeks warmed. Her thoughts turned toward Dave. Were they ready? Was she ready? She’d asked him for time—back when everything was fear and uncertainty—before the kingdom was mentioned, before Marcus lost

Her other self struck. The blow sent her flying, back slamming into crystal bark. Pain bloomed across her shoulder, but she rose without hesitation. “That pain is your anchor,” the Spiral whispered from within her, not commanding but reminding. “You must remember who you are—even in the breaking.” Selena clenched her fists, golden blood trailing down her forearm. She would not break. Not again.