You Will Not Break Me Novels & Stories

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

Am a 29 old divorcée with little dating experience, no kids, the thought of loving someone else scares me to death, life without Zach is meaningless. Mom whispered several words of consolation to me as she slowly led me to my room.

If I discovered that you have lied or manipulated us in any way, I would break you beyond repairs little mate,' Roy said and moved out of the room. I bent over as the tears rushed from my eyes. I was surprised to see Roman enter into the room. He must not have gone far. He took hold of my arm and pulled me to his chest. 'It is okay Raven. You need to keep it together for April. We will talk about this later,' Roman said rubbing circles on my back. 'Roy said he would break me beyond repairs,' I sobbed into his chest. 'He can't and he won't. He is just angry. He thought you lied to us. Don't bother yourself. If he breaks you, I will heal you,' Roman said it like a vow.

I exhaled shakily, unaware I had been holding my breath the entire time. My body trembled. Not from fear alone. From realization. I wasn’t just being ignored anymore. I was being monitored. My hand returned to my stomach, protective and firm. “They think I’m weak,” I whispered. “They think I’m breaking.” Another small movement answered me. And for the first time… I didn’t feel fragile when I smiled. “Maybe I am breaking,” I admitted softly. “But broken things can still fight.” My voice steadied. “I will not disappear,” I promised. “Not while you’re inside me.”

The man who sees my strength instead of trying to control it. The man who loves me for exactly who I am. Travis tried one final time to destroy me. And he failed. Because I'm not destroyable anymore. I'm unbreakable. Finally. Completely. Unbreakable.

But before sleep drags me under, I make myself a promise. Kennedy will not see me break. He will not hear me beg. He will not get the satisfaction of turning me into one of his broken toys. Even if inside, I already feel like I’m shattering. Because sometimes strength isn’t about not breaking. Sometimes it’s about breaking quietly. So quietly the wolf never hears it.

She doesn’t want Lyken to see her like that. She has to be strong. She wants to be strong, at least for herself. Jada doesn’t want to be weak because it might cause her to give in to Lyken easily. She might end up forgiving him for everything he’s done, from start to finish. She doesn’t want to fall for Lyken Fontanilla over again. She has to stop herself, no matter what. She can’t let him hurt her again, ever. ‘This will soon be over. This too shall pass.’

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

"Now let me ask you again. What are you looking for?" I took a deep breath. There was no point denying it anymore. I would only embarrass myself further. "I’m looking for something I can use to break you," I admitted while staring straight into his eyes. There was no turning back now. "Remember what I told you back in the cafeteria? I said I’d make you fall in love with me so I could break you. That’s my end goal, and I just thought maybe I could skip ahead and get straight to the ending of our deal."

And in front of him, Maverick stood protectively in front of Ava. “I was still giving you a limit of tolerance, Jackson. But it seems you chose to ignore it.” Maverick adjusted the cuff of his shirt sleeve. His gaze looked even sharper as it fixed on his nephew. “Try touching my wife one more time,” Maverick warned firmly. “A punch won’t be the only thing I give you. Perhaps... a broken arm or a broken leg?”