Unbreakable Manwha Novels & Stories

she replied And yeah watching the smiles on their face, watching as they clinged together, I could not help but think if I could ever find someone who loved me as much as they loved each other. Cos despite the trials and everything, there love had remained strong, unquenchable and unbroken. Still there, pure and unbreakable. I want nothing but that kind of love that survives through every storm and maybe someday, who knows? REV. Every time with her by my side, I could not believe it was real, that I finally had her by my side. It was good too real to be true, and it was so perfect, so pure and magical, I'd never felt so whole like I had with her.

Existing in uncomfortable middle ground. "I don't know what I am," Kim Young-soo said during group therapy. Seventeen. Enhanced strength and speed but incomplete conditioning. "Not human. Not a weapon. Something in between. Something broken." "You're not broken," Euna said gently. She'd taken the lead on these eleven—young enough to relate, experienced enough to help. "You're paused. Mid-transformation. With chance to choose which direction you complete. Back toward humanity or forward toward weapons. It's not broken. It's potential."

"I saw them every time I came, and I never asked who drew them. I told myself the boy was a leash. A leash does not draw pictures." For the first time in my life I heard myself thinking about Noah as a person and not a leash. "Noah is a person," I said out loud, and my voice shook. "He is twelve years old. He coughs every winter. He draws pictures of his sister. He waits by the window for her to come home. He is not a tool to keep the Luna obedient. He is her brother." I stood up and walked to the table in the center of the tavern. The table was old and scarred with the syndicate's old brand, a circle with a line through it that the rebels used to mark their houses.