Unstoppable Novels & Stories

“Calm down. I’m not projecting, Damien. I’m just trying to hear your story. There’s no judgment here.” I let my hands relax in my lap and exhaled slowly, willing the memories to surface without the anger that usually came with them. “It wasn’t easy,” I admitted quietly, the words tasting heavy. “My parents… they weren’t faithful. Cheated constantly. It was messy. And I had to protect my sister, Zinna, from their fights, from the chaos. It was exhausting. Every single day. Always shielding her. Always trying to keep the pieces from falling apart.”

I give and I give and I give and you take, give and you take ♬ “Shut up.” I thought he wanted me to listen yet he kept on throwing questions. ♬ Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me out of your life. And I’m just a dead man walking tonight. But you need it, yeah, you need it all of the time, yeah. Youngblood, say you want me, say you want me back in your life so I’m just a dead man crawling tonight ’cause I need it, yeah, I need it all of the time ♬

She wasn't going to take it lightly, and she certainly wasn't going down without a fight. Nysaa's fiery spirit burned brighter than ever as she plotted her next moves. She was prepared to use every weapon in her arsenal – her sharp tongue, her fearless attitude, and even her determination to protect what mattered most to her. The battle with Mace Sinclair was just beginning, and Nysaa Everhart was ready to show him that she was not to be underestimated.

“But we can let it slide… for a price. One billion. That’s the ransom for your life.” My eyes widened. One billion? Was he serious? He shoved a phone at me. “Call your wife. Tell her to prepare the money in twenty-four hours. Or you die.” I stared at him, expressionless, studying his strength, measuring his resolve. Suddenly, he yanked my hair, forcing me to look up at him. “What?! Don’t want to cooperate?!” “That’s impossible,” I said firmly. “It doesn’t work that way.” “Don’t play games with me, Nicholas Ford! You’re not just a billionaire, you’re a trillionaire! Your wife is a billionaire too! How stingy can you be? One billion for your life, that’s nothing!”

"My mother led for fifty years. My father supported her every step. I watched them lead through impossible wars. I learned from the best. I'm not ready. But I'm doing it anyway." Rowan squeezed my hand under the table. Supporting me like Dad had supported Mom. "I carry their legacy," I continued. "I won't fail them. So let's use the intelligence they died to give us and figure out how to beat this thing." Luna stood. "Thelma and Xavier's final transmission gave us crucial information. The Unmaker is ORDER itself. It wants static perfection. No change, no growth, no chaos." "How do we fight a concept?" someone asked.

For everything we were fighting to protect. The future stretched before me, uncertain but within my grasp. And in that moment, I knew, without question, that we were ready. We would endure. We would rise. And we would win. No one would take this from us. Not tonight. Not ever. The third Zane brother might test, probe, and threaten, but he would soon learn a crucial truth: the woman at the center of this storm was not just unbreakable—she was unstoppable. And I was ready to prove it.

Tried not to think about late nights, closed hotels, language barriers, or the fact that I was suddenly very aware of how far from home I was. Then my phone buzzed in my hand. The vibration was sharp and sudden, cutting through the quiet like a warning bell. Relief surged instinctively as I glanced down. Good, I thought. Information. Solutions. It evaporated instantly. We regret to inform you that due to unforeseen circumstances, your reservation has been cancelled. I stared at the screen. Then I read it again. And again. Like repetition might soften the words. Like maybe they would rearrange themselves into something less final.

“I don’t want an engagement! How can you even ask me this? “First it was the promotion, now this? All in one week. Thomas stood and moved around his desk, his expression pleading. “Miriam, sweetheart, I know this seems sudden. But this partnership with Rhodes International, it’s everything we’ve been working toward. It would secure the company’s future for generations. Think about what your mother built, what she would want for….” “Don’t.” Miriam held up a hand, her whole body shaking. “Don’t you dare bring Mom into this. Don’t you dare use her memory to justify selling me off like I’m some kind of business asset.”

She was trying to completely ruin my reputation. Just when I was at a loss, Blaze called. His voice was calm and steady. "I've seen the articles online. Don't be afraid, and don't respond. Leave it to me." "But..." "Trust me." His simple yet firm response inexplicably reassured me.

" Nobody answered. “To become a psychopath and kill all the men in the world. And make this earth sacred again.” I glared at every man in the room. "I just want you people to become extinct." Complete silence. Then I pointed at Alessandro one last time. "And you..." I took a deep breath. "I hope you rot in hell. I hope you lose every single penny you have." Another breath. "I hope your barber gives you a terrible haircut." Marco blinked. "I hope your coffee is always cold." "I hope every traffic light turns red when you're late." "I hope your Wi-Fi disconnects during every important meeting."