The Unbreakable Walking Stick Novels & Stories

He scanned an ID beside the door which automatically opened. Yuan looked at her from his shoulders and noticed the growing fear in her so he let her walk in front of him. The smell of the tobacco, alcohol and sweat mixed together and the loud cheering of the people welcomed them as they walked further. A bunch of boxing rings made of metal can be seen everywhere, scattered.

“Mr. Leith! Give me my walking stick!” “Young master!” Mr. Leith still refused to give up. Haydn Soros spoke through gritted teeth, “Give him the walking stick, Uncle Leith.” Old Master Soros’ chest was heaving vigorously as he snatched the walking stick from Mr. Leith’s hands and smashed it hard on Haydn Soros’ back with a swing. “You can fly now, huh!” The walking stick struck Haydn Soros on his back! “You’re strong and powerful now, huh!” Another vicious strike from the walking stick and it left a bloodied mark on Haydn Soros’ arm.

“What do you mean, I have to wear this? I’ve worn nothing like this before. I don’t know if I can walk in these.” Tara held up a pair of high-heeled silver scrappy sandals. “It’s one thing to be a complete shoe or boot with a heel. But these are begging to break my ankle the first crack in the sidewalk I find. Or I’ll miss a stair and end up on my head at the bottom of the stairs.”

We were both on our backs. I scrambled to get up, but he shoved the stick to my throat. "Stay down, or I'll have your throat ripped out." Easy enough. I froze. Vivid still stood there. Shaking. At least she was safe from the stick. Mr. Big Stick turned his attention to her, leaning in, sniffing her hair. I felt rage boiling in my veins, shifting to get in again. Mr. Big Stick growled and swung the stick to hit me in the leg. "I said stay down."

I said again as he stood up. "Whatever Pussy" He walked out slamming the door angrily. Jim was right, I was a pussy and truth was that am still not ready to talk things with Anna. I know my emotions would get the best of me and we'll be laying in same bed if she as little as kiss me.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

She stretched the ropes so that they made the craft stronger and become one with her leg so that she would have their full support– one which she got. The two young Meivs were amazed, But still she needed enough strength to stand and walk by herself, for her wound wasn't getting any better. So the two young Meivs brought to her what she needed but hadn't thought of, two hard, strong sticks uprooted from the ground which had different root styles from other plants. "What is this?" She asked in an amazed voice. "Walking sticks. You can depend on the two, just see it as if two people are helding your arms and leading you on" Grinned Little Ben.

I say aloud. “How can you say something like that? She is our mate!” there goes my sentimental wolf. Trojan is extraordinarily strong and intimidating. I first got him after the incident when I was twelve, I was not healing, and my uncle says he was sure I was going to die. He says it had been a week since I was admitted but no change to my condition.

He couldn’t register for a moment that Cyrus was standing in front of him, all naked. Just then everything went fast tracked. Their bubble broke down with an incoming message tone. Like the fairy turned her magical wand in the air and Cinderella was broken out of the trance. Denzel turned instantly back facing him while Cyrus instantly grabbed his briefs and almost stumbled on his jeans while wearing in haste. He coughed awkwardly to inform Denzel that he was fully dressed up now still the younger was too shy to turn around.

He made a strange sound, speaking in Gaelic again probably, and muttering to himself. “I was asking what you were doing alone in the woods,” he explained, while he surprisingly quickly got himself loose. He got up and walked towards me. This was when I realized that if he wanted to hurt me, I was utterly screwed. Unless I used his size against him, he would be able to crush me in a matter of seconds! The guy was easily 6"2. Broad-shouldered and with arms the size of tree logs, the man looked like he ate boulders for breakfast. Next to this Redwood, I was a mere toothpick!