Novel & Cerita The Unbreakable Walking Stick

When I turned my head, I met Alexander's anguished gaze. “Vivian, please don't go. Come back to me.” “Let me go.” I enunciated each word coldly as I tried to pull my hand free from his grasp. But Alexander's grip was as unyielding as a vise, making it impossible for me to break away. He even got to his feet, intending to forcefully pull me into his arms. Thud. At the critical moment, someone rushed forward and drove a powerful kick into Alexander, sending him sprawling onto the pavement.

In her wedding dress, she stepped protectively in front of her first love, Kyle Walter. "Chris, I'll give you whatever compensation you deserve for what I owe you. But I won't let you hurt Kyle." All eyes were on me. But instead of losing my temper as they expected, I just calmly waved my hand. "Forget it." With that, I put down the bouquet, turned around, and left without a second's pause. They didn't know that I was a traveler from another world. Getting close to Emily was just a mission the system assigned me so I could eventually go home.

Lanna said making me and Acre both groan, "What? get back inline old lady, if anyone getting punished, it's you and ya know what your quite a little hottie for an old lady, maybe my boys will want some time with ya before I kill ya" the colour drains from our faces at the thought of what would happen to Lanna if we didn't get out of this but Lanna smiles and holds up a finger saying "hold on a sec" before she starts rummaging around in her handbag. We are all shocked at the audacity of her that even the rogues are silent "Ahhh, here it is" Lanna finally says pulling out a foldable walking stick which she then snaps together before standing toe to toe with the rogue leader while everyone incl

Charles looked at the plants trampled down at the foot of the mountain and said, "I'll lead the way in front, and you follow me." After that, he walked along the footprints. Stacy did not follow immediately. She looked around and saw two small tree forks not far away from her. They were just as thick as the twigs. She walked over and grabbed the branches to break them hard. She put them on the ground and tried to break them. When she felt that they were at the right height, she broke them again. A walking stick was enough. The ground was wet and easy to slip. With something to support, it was stable.

Then, right in front of everyone, Sebastian broke the walking stick in half with his bare hands! With a snap, the cedarwood walking stick worth tens of millions was broken into two. Brad was furious. He shouted, "Y-You broke it? This was a collector's item worth tens of millions!" However, under the shocked gaze of Brad and Clark, Sebastian pulled out a small section of bone from the hollow recess of the walking stick. When they saw the bone, Clark, Brad, and Rosalie turned white with fear.

Secondly, Walking Stick has a soft spot in his heart too otherwise he wouldn't help me twice despite he killed my baby. "Ohh." I don't find any other words rather that this mere 'Ohh'. What can I say I'm totally hurt.. and betrayed. "And don't poke your nose into other's privacy." He said looking at the wall where the portrait was fixed. Haven't I taken the portrait with me but how... Ahh, he would have placed it. So he is respecting other's feeling where mine has no values. Why peoples are so cruel to me? Nodding my head I walked out of the room with teary eyes and climbed down the steps not caring my throbbing foot but my legs gave up and when I thought I'm going to leave this building wit

She was devastated by her mother's death yet she needed to be strong for her son. "Austin James put the glass down or it'll break again!" She exclaimed while stopping her son from playing with the glass. He giggled and placed it down. "Sorry, Mama." She smiled at her son's baloney. She knew it wasn't a sincere apology but she didn't want to scold him. After all, he was a cheerful kid. "Aus, Uncle George will be here soon to pick you up so get ready after eating your breakfast." She announced. "Okay, Mama."

“Walk.” I looked at it. Barely six inches wide, elevated slightly off the ground. It felt like a trap. I climbed up, heels clicking nervously. “Chin up. Spine straight. Shoulders relaxed. Hips fluid. Walk like the world owes you something.” I took a step. Thwack. The stick landed across the top of my thigh, not hard, but enough to sting. I gasped. “Too stiff,” she snapped. “Again.” I tried again. This time with more sway.

My best friend beamed, wrapping herself around Nathan Whitley's arm. "Nathan," she cooed, "my friend here was just saying her boyfriend has no sex drive. I was teaching her how to turn a guy on. "You know what… maybe we should show her one of our private videos?" My breath caught. My heart felt like it was being crushed in a fist. I couldn't believe it. It was really Nathan. Just last night, he'd been sick in bed, stuck in a run-down studio apartment, eating leftover bread.

At present, the most secure things were Pangu Axe and Black Stick, but there was nothing else he was absolutely sure of to support the attack of the wall. But in the end, two objects could only support four sides. If he wanted to break six sides, the only choice was the time difference. Although the Pangu Axe was hard and it must be very stable, in addition to that, its advantage was only stability. It was absolutely impossible to use the current Pangu Axe to break through the limit. The little black stick was naturally the only and reasonable thing. It wasn't in the Three Realms, so it wasn't affected by material things. In other words, it was very likely that it possessed the potential to