The Unbreakable Walking Stick Novels & Stories

He mocked as I clicked oh my watch. A long stick made of iron was brought up from the floor. I picked it up and smiled at him. "The person who sent you over, didn't seem to have told you how far my craziness can go" "You can't do anything to me with that stick " He smirked and I scoffed. "Don't worry, A baby created by me, can hit with ghost, humans and demons" I smiled at him and smashed him with the Iron stick just in time before he disappeared.

I was so happy when they gave their approval and for now, I'm staying at my in-laws house. I suggest an idea for Mom to start a morning walk as I feel it will help her a lot. Everyone was scared at first as Mom was not that strong but I had to convince everyone which they later agreed. Morning walk with mom has now become a routine. She became livelier and Jovian, more vibrant and active than before which made everyone happy and surprised at the same time. I couldn't wait for her to get back to her usual self. I can't believe she was this weak.

“Auntie, Melissa isn’t used to high heels.” “But the shoes are the perfect match in her outfit.” “She isn’t used—” “Nonsense.” Auntie held both my hands. “Come here, sweetheart. I’ll teach you how to walk and stand in a way where your feet won’t hurt.” “O-Okay, ma’am.” I tried to walk a few times, but I always stumbled or fell to my knees. Thank goodness, Wright always helps me. "Maybe we need something to motivate her." Aunt Linda pushed Wright away from me and sent a nice-looking employee of hers to him. I frowned when Wright smiled at my behaviour as the women clung to him. This freaking jerk!

Walker-That shit is not gonna walk. Luke- yeah. It can crawl. I got stuck at some point, thinking what he meant by it'll crawl when I saw the typo. I had typed walk instead of work. Walker- you bitch! Luke- you'll do worse. Walker - you need to see this. I texted, taking an unlawful picture of Steyn sleeping and sending it to him. Luke- she's dang pretty. Walker- Thought so too. I texted back, pocketing my phone. "You've caught the Darius disease." I whispered in Steyn's ear, rousing her from sleep.

“It’s been awhile since I held your hand.” *** A sound of crashing glass echoing throughout the big house. Rather than a house, it more resembles a modern palace where a barbie princess lives. And the barbie with her blond wavy hair was now throwing all the white porcelain vase she could reach. The white porcelain was now crumbling on the floor. She stepped on everything she saw with her 3 inch red stiletto. The scene was scarier than the zombie you saw in some box office movie. All the maids inside the house were panicking. They want to stop her but they are afraid she could get angrier.

Vert Murray and the other disciples shouted in unison. They all unleashed their most powerful forces. Erin Rhodes's pretty face was ice-cold. Her jade-like hands moved slightly and crystals flashed around her body. They quickly lingered around her and then turned into a shower of stars, rushing toward the black figure with unparalleled strength. “Boom!” A white bone stick flashed. In the Giant Peak, a burly young man with his upper body naked held a long white bone stick and smashed a man into pieces.

She saw some cranberries which she plucked and ate and she continued walking until it was mid-noon when the sun was hottest in the day. Astra walked through the soggy ground grumbling to herself. If she knew she was going to pass through a swamp, she would have packed her boots but now, she was wearing some sandals. Of course, she had gotten lost but it was all fine, she will be fine, she assured herself over and over again.

Danica POV Sneaking back into the was easier than I thought. There was a large lattice with overgrown vines beneath my window. I think my grandmother put it there to give me a chance to have an adventure one day. Though that day hadn't come until now. The last time I was weighed in gym class, I weighed one hundred and twenty pounds. I wondered what the weight limit was for a lattice that hadn’t been reinforced in years. It's been here since I was a little girl and my grandmother used to take good care of it.

She explained. "But Mama. It's different… Uncle George was only my uncle… You should find my new Papa!"

Their bones audibly cracked as several of their bones broke. "A—Amazing!" Fernanda managed to stabilize his body, but his face turned pale. He was in awe of Alexander's spectacular power. He did not specialize in close combat, but as a Martial Overlord, he was no weakling. The rough wooden stick weapon in his hand was nourished by his blood energy and coated with poisonous insects. Over the years, the weapon had become intertwined with his life, allowing him to wield a mighty power far beyond that of an ordinary Martial Overlord.