Unbreakable Novels & Stories

They want to stop her but they are afraid she could get angrier. It’s already the third valuable vase that crashed this morning, dozens of crystal glass and shattered mirrors. The only safe from her fury was the bulletproof glass window. “He is mine!” “You are mine Liam! Arghhh!” She had never felt this humiliated before. No one ever did this to her. Everyone wants her, every guy she meets would be lucky to even have to lick her toe. “So why!!! I already chased away that witch model. But who is this other bitch who suddenly showed up in his bed!”

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.

“You didn’t say why.” “I have a central alarm system. I don’t always arm it. But we could start doing that now.” He went to the bushes and picked up a huge rock. Without warning, he threw it to one of the glass wall panels. “What the hell?!” I cursed. He pointed at the glass wall. It didn’t break, didn’t even have a scratch on the surface. “It’s unbreakable glass. It will break if you hit it with maximum force at least ten times on the same spot. But otherwise, no one can hurt you when you’re inside. You will have plenty of time to call for help before they even get through that glass.”

He walked to his study where the woman with grey hair and a long flowy gown with a shawl sat as she sipped on some herbal ginger and aloe vera tea. "Agatha, I'm really sorry to have called you unannounced but I'm sure you're aware of the reason why I did." Izan went straight to the point as soon as he entered the study. "Yes, your beta told me you want to break the bond with your mate." The sweet incense-smelling woman replied calmly. "That is exactly what I want." He pointed a finger at the high priestess in apprehension. "Because of Helena?" Izan nodded. "Alpha Izan, it is impossible to break the bond with your destined mate."

“No! We don’t have to give our blessing! If I didn’t think your people weren’t watching us. I don’t know what I would do to you! I don’t trust you people! Tippa will only get hurt in a relationship with you, and you know this! Lord help me! If something happens to my niece, I don't know what I might do to you!” “Honey, calm down! Tippa is a grown woman.” “But, but...If you cared about her, you would break this off now! That’s true love!” Mr. Wilson said. “Sir and Mrs. Wilson. I can’t do that. I can't break up with Tippa. I love her with all my heart. Both our hearts will be broken.” “I doubt that very seriously! Save the hogwash for someone who will believe it, man!” Mr. Wilson stated."

Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. This is Forever Friendship. when you're down, and the world seems dark and empty, Your forever friend lifts you up in spirits and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full. Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times, and the confused times. If you turn and walk away, Your forever friend follows, If you lose you way, Your forever friend guides you and cheers you on. Your forever friend holds your hand and tells you that everything is going to be okay.

Anna encouraged but her words only weakened me the more. Each word felt like a stab at my chest, I found it difficult to breath. My head throbbed with pain as I sobbed softly, not wanting Anna to hear me. But she did. “Georgia, this isn't the time to be weak. You have to be strong. So what if he betrayed you and cheated on you? It just shows how lowly he can be. Now it's time for you to fight back, show him you can live without him as well! You deserve better!”

’ She paused, chest heaving, then added one last line: ‘If being broken makes me unworthy, then I ask — what are those who broke me?’ Lena’s eyes were glassy when Elara finished reading it aloud. “It’s raw. It’s… dangerous, even. But it’s powerful.” Damien smirked, almost impressed. “You’ll either shatter or become untouchable. No in-between.” Vincent finally stepped forward. His gaze locked on Elara, steady, unreadable. “You’ve chosen the harder path. But it’s the only one that makes you unbreakable.”

“Almost.” “Sounds like a lot of fun,” I replied numbly. “It is. Life is more fun when you don’t have chains holding you back,” she said. I sighed. “Yeah, well some chains aren’t meant to be broken. That’s why they're solid.” “What makes something unbreakable, Naomi?” she asked. I blinked in confusion. “When nothing in existence can break it.” “Do you know how chains are made, Naomi?” “Not really,” I admitted.

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j