You're Not Invincible You Know Novels & Stories

“It taught me that strength isn’t just about physical power. It’s about perseverance.” There was something palpable in the air as we exchanged stories, a tapestry of unspoken thoughts that lingered between us. Something was shifting, and it felt as if the candles around us flickered in synchrony with the pulses of our hearts. “You do realize that you’re not invincible, right?” I teased, my tone light despite the seriousness of my words. He shook his head, an amused glint in his eyes. “Neither are you, Ava. But we can lean on each other. That’s all I’m asking.”

"I am never backing down, do you hear me?" Her mimicking didn't bother me in the slightest. I kept my gaze locked on hers. "Have you ever heard that old saying, Fanny? What doesn't kill you simply makes you stronger? Because that is exactly what's happening here. Whatever garbage you keep throwing at me isn't going to make me weak. It isn't going to shatter my confidence. It is only making me tougher. Mark my words right now—the more you try to break me, the stronger I am going to get."

he yelled from the bathroom “ It's not that. I’ve been hurt worse than this and I just shrugged it off like it was no big deal. Even though it hurt like hell. Everyone here feared me at one point. Until they realized I was strong enough to protect them. Showing you can be vulnerable to the ones you are supposed to protect makes them lose faith in you. Weakness will only bring you down. Never show you be hurt or taken down by something, it shows weakness and weakness shows that defeat is possible. People don’t like knowing their lives can be ruined because they can’t be protected. So if that means walking when it hurts like hell or catching myself on fire to prove myself. Then so be it” he wa

I won medals each sports year. Venus hugged me as we are being called. Running is the first thing to be done before the sun came up. Some people are really over estimating themselves. Running isn't for every trash. I heard Tasha say. I know is she trying to be proactive towards me but let it be. l refuse to rose to the bait.

My parents and older siblings, however, have not. But that’s ok because I embrace it now. Being a disappointment is my superpower and I wear it proudly, like a bright red cape around my neck. “Do you think mom knows?” he asks, dropping the ornate invitation that has sealed my fate. It’s ironic how pretty and fragile it looks for an invitation to death for people like me. And by that I mean, the ‘not physically capable’. And I swear it’s not from lack of trying. It’s completely and totally from lack of capability. I have brains. That’s what I got out of everything. I’m fit enough and I can run circles around people, but put me in front of another person who wants to kill me and I clam up.

Above any human race. But remember. Enjoy your work. Your team effort, if any. Celebrate every moment of sport. Each attempt is a victory that unfolds. Each attempt is a victory that unfolds. Amen. Come now gain. Come now refrain from pain. Do not insult self. Self hears. Your negativity said to the self or the other who insults. Lowers your worth. Shortens your life. Any insult. So walk safe. Talk to safe. You grow safe. You grow that’s safe. That’s your life place. Amen.

But nothing came out; “Listen, Edwina. You have no idea of who I am, what I am capable of. I may look short, meek, young, and probably incapable of handing people like you. But let me tell you one thing, I have been through hell and came out strong, so you and your 1 dollar hair dye don’t do shit to me. And I am the last person on this planet you would want to trifle with. A piece of advice, don’t stick your nose where it doesn’t belong, Edwina. You will get hurt. And no one will be there to save you.”

And I wasn’t sure if I could stop him. “I’m not invincible, Rylan,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “And sometimes, I feel like I’m falling apart.” “You don’t have to be invincible,” Rylan said, his hand brushing against mine. “You just have to be you. That’s all any of us need.”

I admit, and saying it out loud makes tears start falling even though I thought I was done crying for the day. "Broken isn't the same as defeated. You're still here, still fighting, still protecting our family. That's not broken—that's resilient." His words are exactly what I need to hear, and I let them sink in, let myself believe that maybe I am resilient, maybe I am strong enough to get through this and come out the other side changed but not destroyed.

Ian crumpled, groaning. Madison was back on her feet, eyes blazing, but I could see the calculation there. She knew what I knew: brute force wouldn’t win this. So I did the only thing left—I spoke. “You’re not invincible.” The words sounded weak even to my ears, but his eyes narrowed, ever so slightly. I swallowed hard, forcing my voice stronger. “If you were, you wouldn’t need games. Wouldn’t need hesitation, illusions, labyrinths. You’d finish it. You haven’t.”