The Unbreakable Walking Stick Novels & Stories

In the end, the man with smaller build was thrown into the stage by his opponent, his body deformed and devoid of any breath, his bones showing from his flesh while a group of people with pain written on their faces carry his corpse out of the Colosseum. The crowd cheers, shouting the winner's name. "Breaker! Breaker!" "Breaker! Breaker!" "Breaker! Breaker!" The winner called Breaker is a very tall man, almost seven feet tall, his entire body is filled with muscles that can shatter bones. He is a bald man with tattoos all over his body except his face. He is called as 'Breaker' because he loves to destroy his opponent's bones. The audience shout even louder after he blew a kiss to them.

he said with confidence and with a scorning smirk. " You know one thing about power boy, once you have it, you'll always have it. You've decided to play with power, that's fine, but try not to play into the lions den. You won't get away with this you know." I said, walking up to him and placed my hand on his chest. "You might have those little, gold digging, low life boards on your side, but they'll betray you same way they betrayed me once they see a better opportunity. That's one thing about opportunists" I said with a scornful smile, satisfied at instilling fear in him.

He took a long pull from his bottle and said, "Let's see, at some point I made a bet with myself that if I get beaten by someone stronger than me in school, I'd drop out of college." The shock on my face must have been evident because Golden boy laughed. "I'm the strongest guy in Griffin Elites, dude. But I've got a weakness. That's my midsection. It's the only place you can strike and take me down real quick. I've gotten into tons of fights, rebel against my father, did crazy stuffs at school so I can get expelled but my father wouldn't let me."

He promptly countered, "That's not true. Mom, didn't you say before that Uncle Xav wasn't normal and couldn't have children?" Marlene wished she could smack her son. "You misheard me." Malcolm didn't care. He ran to Clifford, grabbing his hand. "Great-Grandpa, chase this feral boy away. He's not one of us at all. He's only here to swindle me out of my rightful inheritance." He pointed menacingly at Noah. "I'm the future heir of the Lanes! Don't even think about it. I'll kill you if you try! Believe me!"

"And you think Esther is going to applaud you for a job well done?" "Let's find out, shall we?" He retrieved a dagger from his waistband and unsheathed it, then lunged at me with a shout. I shoved Edwina out of danger, jumped out of the way when he tried to stab me, and shoved him to the ground with a kick. As he attempted to get up, Edwina struck him with a walking stick, which she'd grabbed from a passerby, and she didn't stop until her best friend forcefully lifted her off her feet, and I grabbed the walking stick from her.

I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground. "Madam, your talent lies in chasing men. Don't overestimate yourself, and please, don't embarrass yourself further."

As he drank water and swallowed, the Adam's apple rolled up and down. Charlotte's right index finger twitched subconsciously. She recalled the sensation of her fingertip pressing against the Adam's apple a couple of days ago. Leandro finished his water, giving her a meaningful glance, "Go choose now." Charlotte's ears turned red, she averted her gaze guiltily, "Alright." Her right calf hadn't fully recovered, so most of her walking strength was placed on her left foot, causing Charlotte to walk rather slowly. Leandro stood at the staircase, not in a hurry. Only when he saw her catch up did he start to go upstairs.

The pot smashed against the wall just inches from his feet, yet he didn’t even flinch or turn around he just kept walking. When he reached the door, he picked up a walking stick, shifting some of his weight onto it. When did he start using that? I wanted to ask, but knew he wouldn’t answer ....so why bother? Still, seeing him like that sent a zap of electricity low between my legs. I bit the side of my lip, desperate to look away, but I Can't ........ is he in pain though He stopped walking before he could fully turn his head I quickly turned back to my plants.

everyone whispered He was dressed in a white and red suit with his blonde hair everyone was in awe, all girls turned their head to drool only Eva and Jayne saw the real him, he was still dressed in his suit But his hair was silver, sparkling in the dance light, he looked like he was mafia boss here for business, his calm firm face and that cold aura that made knees weak walking has his body guards with him He walk straight to Jackson “let go of her hand” he repeated, the fear was bold in his eyes but he tried to push it away, he could stand that Zerian clearly tall than him At first he refused but after some seconds of just staring into his intimating eyes he finally let go and John broke fr

' As long as she came back—whether he had to kneel, beg, or take her by force—he would find a way to win her back. At the ball, the guests were all wealthy socialites and power players. Nathan scanned the crowd intently. But he searched every corner. And still, he couldn't find me anywhere. Only at that moment did he finally understand. I really wasn't coming back. A sharp pain stabbed through his chest. He collapsed onto the sofa. Then he heard his assistant say, "Mr. Whitley, the Sterling Group from South City has sent you an invitation. You're invited to a wedding in three days."