You Will Not Break Me Novels & Stories

“You don’t need to deal with this. You need to re...” “Don’t,” I cut in, my head snapping up to his. “Don’t you dare say it.” The word 'rest' sat there between us, ugly and familiar. The word people had used every time things got hard, or I’d been hurt, but worse of all, every time someone decided I was too fragile. “I’m not breaking,” I said. “I’m not made of glass, and I’m not going to be handled like I am.” Arthur opened his mouth again, but I kept going, the words spilling out before I lost my nerve.

Ready to tell the truth. No matter what he asked. No matter how hard it got. I would not break. Not here. Not now. Not ever again.

I never imagined they'd end up being used against me. She even gave them the video where I'd promised the tracks were just for her. In the end, Maeve had no choice but to return them. "I don't mean anything by it, Xavier. I just wanted to remind you to be careful with copyright from now on, even with people you're close to. I heard you've been having a tough time lately. Don't worry about paying me back until you're in a better place." Maeve comforted me over the phone. I was already grateful she didn't demand compensation for the breach of contract.

Zoe might've survived it all. If it hadn't come from the one person she trusted most. She'd given Connor everything. And that's how he repaid her. She'd nearly shattered. Hid herself away. Even a phone ringing would leave her shaking. Now, she stared at the screen, frozen. Fingers clenched tight around her phone, knuckles white. Eyes blank. The hate kept rolling in. [Holy crap, this is wild. That's the Herbert heiress?] [Did her family go broke? Is she selling herself now? I'd take a turn—bet she'd love it.]

I won’t let him break me, not again. As the pain washes over me, I fight back the tears, refusing to show any weakness. My body screams with agony, but I hold on, the fire inside me burning brighter with every second. They might hurt me, they might tear me apart, but I’ll be damned if I let them see me break. I’m not their victim. Not anymore.

Her terror wrapped around me, but it also kept me steady, it gave me something to fight for. The thing rose up again, unfolding taller than the ceiling should allow. The air went cold, like it was sucking the warmth right out of me. Where hands should've been, darkness licked the air like hungry flames. "Break." The word exploded inside my head. My bones felt like they were getting hammered. My teeth rattled, my spine jerked, and everything went dim at the edges. It wasn't a sound. It was destruction made into a word. I staggered, almost dropping her. "No!" The word ripped out of my throat. My knees wanted to give, but I held on to the weight of the child in my arms. Her heartbeat drummed ag

The dream broke, leaving me shaking. In the dark, I whispered into my hands: “I will not break. Not this time.” But part of me wondered if breaking wasn’t the point—if I was being remade into something else entirely.

I can't believe this is what I'm getting after going through so much just because of him "Maryam" the bang on the door make me jerk out of fear "Maryam open this door" he said in a dangerous tone "I swear if you don't open this door, I'm going to break it down and believe me I'll do just that" he threatened What? Will he really break it? Is he crazy? If I'm ask to buy that door I'm sure I won't be able to afford it "Maryam before counting of three, open this damn door if not I'm-"

She rose up and went to her friend, pulled her into her arms and they sat together on the bed. "You will be fine. I promise" Audrey murmured as Penny sobbed on her shoulder. "We are here for you. You will find happiness again and soon this won't hurt anymore. It will be nothing but a memory. It's the way life is, Penny. Pain is inevitable. But suffering, that's optional. You can't control bad things that happen, but you can control how they affect you. You shouldn't be so hard on yourself. We have all made mistakes because we fell in love, but we don't let the bad memories ruin us, we learn from them and move on. But you will be happy again, honey. I know it. I know you will. In time you wil

"For what? For Victoria's press conference this afternoon? For whatever new lies she's going to tell about me?" "For yourself. For the boys. For getting through this." I set down my spoon. "What if I can't get through this? What if this is the thing that finally breaks me?" "It won't." "How do you know?" "Because you've survived worse. You survived giving up Alexander. You survived almost dying in that warehouse. You survived being shot. You're the strongest person I know." "I don't feel strong. I feel broken." "Broken things can be repaired." "Not always. Sometimes they're too shattered. Too many pieces to put back together."