You're Not Invincible You Know Novels & Stories

Then the instability. Then the collapse. Velaria gasped beside me, her body tightening as the pain hit her as well, her hand gripping her head as she struggled to stay upright. “You see?” I said calmly, watching the effect unfold. “Your strength is not immunity. It is vulnerability.” Vincenzo didn’t move. Neither did Lorenzo. But I saw it. The tension. The calculation. The understanding. They weren’t affected the same way. Stronger. Resistant. But not immune.

Stella POV. You're not special, you can be one in a hundred, but do you know how many hundreds there are out in the world thousands of one in a hundred, you can be one in a million and still there are hundreds of those, you can be one in a billion and even then with seven point eight billion people out there, you're not the only one out there. My point is, you're not that special, there are others who are just like you, and there are ones who have it worse or have it better, don't be such a drama queen, you're not that special, you're just you.

Memories - Maroon 5 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 "If you are not strong, we can postpone this." "Come on, let me finish quickly. I'm lazy to solve a protracted problem." "I'm scared. I'm not ready to be called cheap anymore." Even indirectly, my mother said that I was cheap. It was so painful. I will prove to people that this little man can promise a bright future.

not in this state we are. We can't fight them even if we are in good shape not to talk of our battered we are... Is this how I end up dying?

- Why do you say it won't get us anywhere? - Because I refuse," say my companions in unison as they join us in the hall. - You're two idiots!" I shout at them as we leave. I wander barefoot through the streets of the pack, not knowing where to go. - Tanya? - Reed! You're not asleep? - No, I'm... brooding over my grief... - Curse the Moon Goddess," I growl. - Well, happy birthday. - Thanks, that's sweet, but I'll hate this day forever now.

She’s not invincible. I caught myself, briefly stunned by Rafe’s words. He was right, though. The weight of this power was too much for one person to carry alone. I had always known it, but today, it had become undeniable. “I’m not invincible,” I whispered to myself, barely audible.

Their eyes snap back into reality and they lock eyes with me. "Your a human. Meaning you can easily get hurt and you can't take pain. You can't fight in a war made for werewolves, you wouldn't last a minute. You won't be able to help us, you can't protect yourself, less a pack. You aren't fit to be a Luna. You aren't fit to be.."

I had heard some of this story but not that my mom had lost. She nodded. “Max got in the way of Micah and his final shot. If he hadn’t, I’d be dead. So, you can feel like your the shit. You can be on top of the world but you will never be unbeatable. Everyone has weaknesses and you have to overcome them and be stronger in order to protect the ones you love. You must understand them. Exceed them. Always push yourself. Know your limitations. Know when you need help and don’t be afraid to ask for it.” I sighed and stood up, my legs felt like jelly and my whole body was screaming at me that it hated even breathing. “If we don’t take a break, I might not even make it to the meeting tomorrow.”

Nobody wants to see their loved ones this vulnerable. 🔫 Time flew by very fast. Can you believe it is Saturday already? It has been one week since she participated that petty game that she would never forget. Not in a good way, but in a bad day. If only she could erase everything in her mind, she would. I mean, who wants to remember the sight of the people dying before your eyes though? No one. Except ofcourse if that person is mentally ill, then they would want to remember it.

“Yes. Can you accompany me to the Central Stadium this weekend? The local team is playing, and my kid brother is part of it. He wants me to come.” And you want me to come? The question echoed in my head. What a Bimbo—beautiful but brainless. “I have plans for the weekend. That can’t work.” I gave her no options. “Why?” Why what? Why do I have weekend plans, or why I wouldn't entertain her? This was exactly what I meant by Victoria’s stress. I didn’t answer. “Anyways, how is work?” “Good.” She was displeased with my curt answer. She could bang her head against a wall for all I cared.