You Will Not Break Me Novels & Stories

He said that my health wasn't good enough for long-distance travel. I smiled and did not argue. Over the course of those five days, Annie kept sending me group photos, showing off to me how much my parents and Oliver doted on her. "Lorelei, you can never win against me." As I read her message, I pressed the power off button silently. Disbelief was written all over Martin's face. "Lorelei, didn't your parents win the bid for the wonder drug? How is it that your condition still worsens?" My vision gradually became blurry. I forced myself to hold it together as I replied, "Dr. Snow, please handle my remains. I truly have no one else I can ask.

Even if I had to crawl, I would get to them. Even if I had to fight through every guard in Dark Heart Even if I died trying. Because I wasn’t broken yet. And I never would be broken Not while they were still out there. Not while they needed me.

“We’re not.” "Oh fuck yeah! We will never be broken. We broke people and never get broken!" And for the first time in a long time, Claire believed it.

“Don’t do this.” “You’re going to hate me.” “I already do.” He closed his eyes. “Good.” I shoved him off. “Let me be clear,” I whispered, venom in every syllable. “I will never hate you. No matter how hard you try. But if you make me play this part, if you make me stand on the opposite side of a room and pretend you’re nothing to me, I will break. And when I do, don’t expect me to piece myself back together for your benefit.”

If they mark us, you will never be able to hide what you're feeling. I huffed and wiggled out of Carson's arms. I went to my locker, gathering what I needed for my morning classes. I heard Carson saying something to Paul, but I didn't care. Then Carson was beside my locker. He leaned in and said softly, "You're not broken." I rolled my eyes at him. He has no clue. I feel like I'm made of thin, delicate glass. The slightest ping would shatter me into a million pieces. I know I'm broken.

The restraints on my wrist caused my back to be slammed onto the the metal pole behind me. "Fuck." I muttered as I slowly got back up. I wasn't going to give up. I heard two more gun shots and I started to get anxiety. My hands starting shaking and I couldn't even hold on to the heavy shackles because of how rapidly my hands were shaking. I took a deep breath and tried to calm my breathing. "He's not going to die, I'm not going to let that happen." I convinced myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and let a tear fall.

"Whose ugliness is permanent?" Her chin lifted. "If you think I'll break, then you don't know what being broken feels like." Her words hit a place I didn't expect. I had seen people snap before. But she was different. "Hmmm, you think you are tough, right?" I snickered. "I will break your spirit and make you eat up your words." "You don't want to know how many times I was broken," she smiled. "Simply put, I can't be broken again."

I clutched my chest, as if I could hold the broken pieces of myself together. “Give me strength,” I begged into the silence. “Give me a way to fight back. Please.” The room gave me nothing in return but silence, but I refused to give in. I refused to let his words be true. Even if I was broken, I would not shatter. Not yet.

He hugs the awards that he should be holding. "Yeah.. You maybe broke me first but I can see now, that you're regretting it. However, I cant be with you yet. I want, when I come back, I'll be like Daveryl. The Omega who will lift up your life. The Omega that you can be proud of in front of other people." Jobel said.

"Whatever happens. Whatever you become. Whatever I become. I will be here, and I will fight for you, and I will not let you face anything alone. That is the only promise I can make, and it is the only one that matters." I broke then. Not gracefully, not beautifully—the way I'd imagined strong women breaking in books, with single tears and dignified silence. I broke ugly, gasping, my body curling inward as sobs tore through me with a violence that felt like it might split me open. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, pulling him closer, burying my face in his neck where his pulse beat steady and real against my lips.