You Will Not Break Me Novels & Stories

She recalled claws on the edge of the examining table, the nod to no one, her own head's lethargy after someone else's battle. And out on the street now, she knew: if she stayed, she would lose it. Not today, maybe tomorrow, but the Blackwoods would have taken from her even this last piece of it. She was catching a glimpse of tears welling up in her eyes, but not for hopelessness now. For clarity. Rain swelled in waves down the street around her. Cold crept up her back. She spoke to the emptiness, her voice unbroken: "They broke me. But they will not break you."

Still I could feel the rage emitting from me. My body losing its strength to look in his eyes yet I willed myself and said with renewed determination. I won’t cower away today. I won’t go down without a bloody fight. I won’t give him the satisfaction of winning without fighting, I thought to myself and said “You can break me as much as you want, BUT you can never make me bend to your will.”

I wouldn’t give him that power. “You think I’ll break, don’t you?” I whispered, not to him but more to myself, as if speaking the words could keep me grounded. “That I’ll give in because I’m scared. Because I’m tired. But I won’t. I’ll fight until I can’t anymore.”

And yet, somewhere in the depths of my despair, a tiny ember of resolve flickered to life. They wouldn’t break me. Not completely. Not yet.

My coat is thrown to the floor and soon the clothes suffer the same fate. "I'll love to break you, girl!" one of them says and I close my eyes promising myself that I will be strong for what comes next. They would manage to break me only when hell froze over.

“Do whatever you want with me. I’ll be your little toy, but you will not break me.” “I will, and when I do, you will love me.”

Others ignore me completely, as if I no longer exist. But one thing is clear. No one will save me. No one will fight for me. I am utterly, completelyy alone. And yet, despite the ache, despite the shame burning through my veins, I do not break. I won’t break. Because if I do, they win. And I will never let them win.

Jordan said, causing everyone to laugh, as Brooklyn went ahead to switch off the lights. Just then, the movie began, and Micheal wrapped his arm on my shoulder as my back rested on his body. Ha. I hope this moment is going to last forever and ever. I never want this peace to end. … Author Tina Nwuba: “And this is it, readers. We have come to the end of, “Don't Break My Heart”. Don't forget to check out my other books. And thanks for all your support”.

No breaks. Faster than I’ve ever fallen for anyone. And that says everything, because I’ve always been a dreamer. A romantic. The kind of woman who believes in fate and signs and soulmates, even when she knows better. I tell him how hard it’s been, carrying the weight of what I know and what I feel. I tell him how much I wanted him to trust me. To see me, not as a fan, or a stranger, or a mistake, but as someone who truly sees him. Someone who wanted to know the man, not the brand.

He said, his voice annoyingly calm. I wanted to scream, but I held it back. It wouldn't change anything. “You are desperately trying to break me, you have insulted and humiliated me to great levels. But I say this to you Alpha Darius… “YOU WON'T BREAK ME.” I gritted out. Darius simply laughed, “We will see about that.” And then, as always, he picked up his essentials and left. Motherfucker!