You Will Not Break Me Novels & Stories

I never held my hand out and asked for something free I got pride I could roll out for miles in front of me I don't need your help, and I don't need sympathy I don't need you to lower the bar for me I know I'm Superwoman, I know I'm strong I know I've got this 'cause I've had it all along I'm phenomenal and I'm enough I don't need you to tell me who to be Can someone just hold me? Don't fix me, don't try to change a thing Can someone just know me? 'Cause underneath, I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful I'm broken and it's beautiful

Richard's voice cut through the dissonance, a determined resolve underlining his words, "We can't let the disruptor control our destiny. There must be a way to break free from its insidious influence." As we pressed forward, the disruption's dance became a chaotic symphony, and the celestial voice whispered a final cryptic warning, "The disruptor's machinations blur the boundaries between truth and illusion. Navigate its illusions wisely, for within the enigma's heart, the fate of your cosmic journey hangs in the balance."

"Sure. I want your eyes." The room fell silent once again. Vincent lifted his head, a look of determination floating in his eyes. "If that's what it takes for you to forgive me, say no more." I let out a contemptuous laugh. "It's too late. There's no such thing as "if" in this world." Reporters snapped photos left and right, flashes popping nonstop. A crisp sound echoed as a water bottle flew through the air and struck Vincent. Then, a few more followed…

Fighting the instant spike of our connection. “Some things can’t be fixed Sai,” I take his face in my hands. Making him look me in the eye. To hear what I’m asking. “Some things just have to break. So please,” I beg, running my lips over his before I breathe the request that will change, possibly save my life as I know it. “Break me…” 31: Ayame - Break Me

He knew there will be even stronger forces which will come and try to block his path but he was determined to move ahead with one single goal . Once he cleared up his head, the whole issue with Vikram seemed like nothing, like just a speck of sand . His goal was much bigger than that, so he decided not to be affected by Vikram's special request . Then he went to his desk and looked at the picture of his mother . Slowly his eyes started stinging and tears started rolling down his cheeks . He paused for a while for his pain to subside and said - "I will never fail you mom . Just give me some time and I will prove it to everybody . "

Forbidden I repeat. It stares back at me, haunting, demeaning. Yet I cannot bring it in me to let it go. I will never kneel before a man, but why does this sketch speak otherwise? I throw my notepad into my box as if it burns, and zip the bag so quickly like anyone could come in any minute from now and see how far gone I have become.

“He doesn’t bully me around; he is my father! I must do what I can for him, please, please, drop it.” “I won’t Sam, no matter what you say I won’t. He is doing all this for himself, not you. He may be your father but he doesn’t love you…not as I do. You don’t have to do what he says Sam; I promise that I will be here for you, always!”

The audience gets quiet, waiting to hear what I’m going to say. “This poem is called Unapologetically Me. We go through different things in life that cause us pain. We have people in our lives, who make it their mission to break us or destroy us, but we are stronger than that. So, I dedicate this to all of us who have ever been through heartache and survived.” Unapologetically Me By Lotta Patterson © 2021 You tried to break me, But I’m unbreakable. You tried to shake me,

I remember fighting him, remember the taste of something bitter at the back of my throat, remember heat spreading through my body while his voice kept saying my name as if that made any of it mercy. By the time the room went dark, I understood only one thing clearly: he would rather break me than lose control of me. When I woke the next morning, the room was gray with early light. My clothes were scattered across the floor. My mouth tasted metallic. My body hurt in ways I did not want to name. There was a ring on my left hand. A diamond, cold and flawless, catching the first light like a threat. I pulled it off and threw it into the wastebasket.

"Feel that?" Under Ethan’s palm, Adrian’s heart was beating in a slow, steady rhythm. "I'm not going to break," Adrian whispered, his eyes dark and serious. "I missed you. I missed being close to you in our own bed. No monitors, no nurses, no bright lights. Just us."