The Chain Breaker: Rise Against Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

I won't let this go. To be continued

He inference made Diane clench her fists tightly. "Is that's so !!" Diane rasped out, her voice hitching slightly as her jaw clenched. "if that's what you want then do it !!" Nick gulped, hearing the incredulity in her tone. She was pissed - there was no doubt about it. Where a passionate Diane Lockhart and fighting with her familiar resistance, now he only sees courage in deciding what has been said and shows he did not expect to receive this kind of response.

She paused as a tear escape from her eyes and it fell on her hand, “It’s time to let go and move on. Don't chain yourself in the past. You'll never see the beauty of the future.” Without another word, Alexander looked down as tears fell on Jenalyn's hand. She tighten her hold on his hand as he quietly sobs. She moved closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder and caressed his hand with her thumb.

He was tired of following them blindly, they refused to let him know their plan for that night. “Do you think Alpha Angelo will leave the ting here? He needs it, too, more than you do. Let me tell you this, whether you like it or not, you stand no chance with Alpha Angelo. First thing, he has the ring, secondly, he is the chosen one and lastly, he broke the ancient rules and nothing happened to him. What makes you think that you stand a chance of winning this war? Look Alpha Zavier, Beta Jack and Omega Yna we are all wasting time here. You all know where you are supposed to be,” Chad advised.

My mother said that it had been designed to suppress my powers so I wouldn't hurt innocent people. Well, these rebels weren't innocent. Without wasting time, I ripped the wristband off my wrist. I exhaled, a surge of anticipation flooding through me. Laying my hand on the chain around my ankle, I closed my eyes and focused. I could feel the faint hum of energy within me, like a distant echo waiting to be called upon. “Break,” I whispered, my voice trembling with desperation. Nothing happened. I tried again, this time speaking louder, with more conviction. But the chain remained unbroken.

Being reborn wasn’t to defy fate, but to let me experience once more, clearly and deeply, what it meant to have ten thousand arrows pierce the heart and be torn apart piece by piece. This time, there probably wouldn’t be another rebirth…

Alvar felt it in his own chest a half-second later, the same raw pull, deeper now, and something in him—something old, something that had been quiet all night—finally reached the end of its patience. He didn't decide to move. His body did it without him, dragging itself upright on legs that shouldn't have held, eyes finding the Keeper with the chain and going, he was fairly sure, entirely wrong-colored. "Let. Him. Go." It didn't sound like his voice. It didn't feel like his throat. ~~ The chain broke. Not cut. Not pulled apart. It simply—stopped being whole, silver links falling away from Caierre's chest and hitting the stone in a small, bright, meaningless clatter, and nobody, not one perso

That’s all. I should say, ‘Don’t.’ I’d said it so many times before. It had worked. I knew the word. It was just a sound. Don’t. But it got stuck, caught in my dry throat. And then, it wasn't a choice anymore. The line just broke. It shattered into a million tiny pieces around us, and I didn't even try to pick them up.

“Claire, it seems you are so busy these past few days. I barely see you here in the mansion,” her mother said. “I’m very sorry mother. I’m just having so much fun on the book I read. It has really a great story. So I always look for a place where I can be alone.” “Oh what story it is?” “It is titled, Against the Tragic Fate. It is the story where the lead character was given a chance to relive her life again and fight the tragic ending of her story in her previous life.” Claire lied.