Unbreakable Bubbles Novels & Stories

I placed a napkin under the water and then pressed it to my eyes for a few seconds hoping the redness would clear away. I calmed my breathing and remembered that things were changing for me now. I have a job. I’m away from my father. School is the last problem in my life, but it is almost over. I am almost free. A knock at the door interrupted my mini calming session. “Occupied!” I shouted hoping the person on the other side would hear me. When I removed the napkin, my eyes were back white again. No puffiness. No tears. I tossed the wet napkin and opened the door to return to Dmitry.

Our little family, bound by love and fate. Unbreakable. Forever.

Karen asks, her voice tinged with curiosity. I giggle, trying to contain my excitement. "You won't believe it. You know renowned Oil and Gas billionaire, Ethan Blackwood?" "The one with the ridiculously gorgeous face that reminds me of hot chocolate?” Sapphire chimes in. Trust Sapphire to be a little extra. She never disappoints. She's my best friend and partner in crime. I admire her spontaneity, and ability to embrace life's wild ride with open arms and a contagious laugh. Sapphire's azure eyes are always sparkling with mischief and curiosity, making you wonder what she's planning next. And her smile, ah, her smile! It's a grin so infectious that if you're not careful, you'll end up smilin

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."

Jack quickly jumped up and ran down the stairs. Maliya POV Bubbles! Bubbles! Bubbles! Without Aeron to tell me no, I poured as much of the bubble mix as I could into the large bathtub. The warm water splashed against my waist as the bubble now went to my breast. My hair was piled in a bun as I felt my backside slip on the tub's floor. I giggled as I fell into the land of bubbles. The rage was gone, and now I felt like a child as I twisted in the warm water. I could hear a bam noise then. I stopped moving around as I listened to the house door slam shut. I shrugged it off as I felt the water rush up to meet my chest. Then I heard footsteps.

It was fragile, like the first breath after being underwater too long. And maybe, just maybe, it was the start of something neither of us knew how to name.

"Nana says I have to take a bath and go to bed but I want to wait for you and she's no fun at bath time. She doesn't do the voices right in my stories and she uses the wrong bubbles and—" "The wrong bubbles?" I'm already in the elevator, heading down to the parking garage. "What's wrong with Nana's bubbles?" "They're not sparkly enough," she says, as if this should be obvious. "And she won't let me use the whole bottle to make a bubble mountain." "How unreasonable of her," I say, trying to keep my voice serious. "Not wanting you to flood the bathroom again." "That was one time!" Arielle protests. "And it was Felipe's fault!"

I took it and placed it on my lap, feeling somewhat reassured by having something to hold onto—even if it was poison. "I don't know what happened to the rest of my mission," I said, staring into the glass. There were still small bubbles from whatever he had put in it. Perhaps he hadn't bought into the lost-mission-girl story as wholeheartedly as I had hoped. I would have to sell the lie better this time.

I open my mouth and I claw at his wrist and I fight with everything in me, but there is no air and there is no sound, only the newborn wailing and the terrible quiet where my mother's breathing used to be. Nothing comes out of me at all.

That’s all. I should say, ‘Don’t.’ I’d said it so many times before. It had worked. I knew the word. It was just a sound. Don’t. But it got stuck, caught in my dry throat. And then, it wasn't a choice anymore. The line just broke. It shattered into a million tiny pieces around us, and I didn't even try to pick them up.