You're Not Invincible You Know Novels & Stories

“Because no matter what you do to me, I’ll never stop fighting. You can slap me, break me, try to make me doubt myself, but you’ll never win. Not really.” For the first time, Ferro didn’t respond. He stared at me, his eyes narrowing as if trying to understand how I could still fight back. And that’s when I realized: he wasn’t invincible. He was just a man.

“And you think that makes you a hero?” “No,” he says calmly. “It makes me someone who can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt again.” My hand stills. I stare at the gauze, not moving. “You don’t get it,” I whisper. “You throw yourself into fire for me like it’s nothing. But it’s not nothing to me, Adrian. I—I can’t lose you.” His voice softens. “You won’t.” “You don’t know that,” I snap, sharper than I mean to. “You think you're invincible. But you're not. You bleed like everyone else. You break. And I can't keep watching you act like your life is less important than mine.”

I could not afford to let myself down after I had shown myself as invincible just a second ago. "It is just my imagination! It is just my imagination! It is just my imagination!"

> “Gone? Leonard… don’t say that. You’re not… you can’t…” Leonard’s hand hovered near the doorknob, his silhouette framed by the storm raging outside. > “I’m saying it because you need to understand the stakes. I’m not invincible. I’m human. And if I fall, everything… you, me, this life… could be lost in a heartbeat.”

Equal. Unbreakable.

Strong. And for the first time, I truly believed nothing could break us. Not Ivy. Not Evan. Not anyone. Because we were untouchable. Because we were unbreakable. And because we faced everything together.

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always

I won't let anyone hurt you. I start to believe those words.

"I should be dead." Gram's eyes glistened in the light over the door, but her voice was steady when she spoke. "You should," she said. "The vampire essence..." It hurt to think of her. "She said I was immortal, but not invincible. Was she wrong?" Gram didn't say anything. I was glad. I needed to work this through on my own.

She said to me, "Grace, I don't know whatever it is you heard but..." I started to say. "No, Clara. This time I demand you listen to me. You cannot deny. The moon goddess does not lie. I ask again, do you think you are invincible?" She asked me. "I never said I was." I responded. "Then why do you go around placing yourself in front of danger? You can bleed even if the goddess chooses you." She said to me, I sighed heavily.