The Power Of Broke Mga Nobela at Kwento

Then, a few more followed… He didn't dodge any of them. Bottles and random objects rained down on him, but his eyes never left me. "Get out, you psycho!" the crowd screamed. I watched everything from the sideline, feeling not a hint of sympathy. … After the exhibition ended, my fame soared like never before. Claire excitedly told me, "'Betrayal' was sold for two million dollars!" I nodded indifferently. "Donate the money to the Center for Domestic Violence Victim Support."

He seemed unphased so I dropped the bomb. “I’m breaking all my bonds.” His face stayed neutral except for the clench of his jaw. His words sounded forced when he spoke next. “And what made you decide that?” “When I broke my bond with Thorne,” I continued. “My wolf, she woke up. I think the prophecy isn’t giving us the full story. I think not only can my bonds give me powers, but breaking them can as well.” Valentin swallowed thickly. “You think so?” “I know so,” I nodded. “My wolf came out when my bond broke. She is the start of the power that I have.”

Her pupils shrank, her eyes darting around—like she was searching for someone to save her. But the office was silent. Empty. Just the two of us. And in that stillness, she realized—whatever power she thought she wielded crumbled beneath the weight of mine. “I will break you. That’s a promise.” Her lips parted, voice trembling. “You… can’t do… that.”

Brandon Kim’s last statement, but he kept a straight face, acting as if he wasn’t interested. “Remember this, Skylar. Your bond cannot be broken at will. You and your partner are permanently bound. The only way to break that bond is through death. This is clearly different from the typical concept of an Alpha and Omega fated pair because you are not an Alpha. Anyway, I’m done talking to you. I have to get back to work. Rest now." Dr. Brandon Kim walked out of Skylar’s room, shaking his head. Just before he disappeared behind the door, Skylar faintly heard him mutter.

The ones where I could sit across from a room full of women and tell them the truth instead of a polished version of it. “People assume strength means never breaking,” I told a room of two hundred women at one of those events, the microphone steady in my hand in a way it wouldn’t have been six months earlier. “I’ve broken more times than I can count this year alone. What I’ve learned is that breaking doesn’t erase you. It just means you get to decide what you rebuild from the pieces.” The applause afterward felt different than the applause I used to get standing beside Isaac at some gala, decorative and silent. This felt earned.

Power rushed toward me. I did not block it. I broke it. Reality cracked like glass. The air shook. Voices gasped and choked. The promise binding my power the sacred bond made before I was ever born broke like it had only ever been glass and fear. A sound filled the room. Not a scream. Not a roar. Something deeper. Older. It came from me. “You cannot command me,” I said. My voice sounded different. Like ghosts spoke with me. “And you will never own me again.”

With every second that passed, Marissa discovers a new power. It was endless, and as much as it empowered her, it scared her. “Whoa!”. She exclaimed as a glass shattered just because she sneezed hard. It was obvious that the glass broke because of her and it felt so great that she was so powerful but then, she thought of the downsides. “I could hurt innocent people if I don’t master them all”. She thought to herself as she but her finger thinking about just how long it would take to learn them all.

I gasped, clutching his wrist, trembling not because he scared me, but because I was done letting him believe I’d always bend. Before I even registered it, I was standing free. I looked up at him, stunned. I had used my power. My eyes were no longer my own, they were dark like the storm building inside me. My nails had grown, sharp, and deadly. He took a step back, confusion flickering through his gaze. He asked for this. He wanted to push me until something broke. So I broke. Not in the way he hoped.

Jessie's POV I choose to love completely," I said, and my voice was steady now and certain. "I choose to fight with everything I have, knowing I might lose everything. I choose to be vulnerable, to be breakable, to be utterly destroyed if that is what it takes. Because that is real strength, that is real power. Not the cold and distant kind that keeps you safe. But the kind that burns so bright that it can either forge you into something unbreakable or reduce you to ashes."

He replied. I sat up fully, pulling the sheets around me as I turned to face him. "Money is fleeting. It can be given, it can be taken away. No amount of money you give me will ever make me truly untouchable. But power? The right kind of power? That’s what makes a person unstoppable. It’s what makes people bow when you walk into a room, what keeps your name untarnished, what ensures that no one, no man, no law, no circumstance can dictate your life."