Unbreakable (Pretty Liars #2)

by K.A. Knight

This is about every single person he has experimented on. He was right, this brought us together, but he should have realised then that he fucked up because we won’t rest until he’s stopped. The very same super soldiers he created will be the ones to end his life, and there is nothing he can do to stop that.

Pain is a constant, Novaleen. It is how a person deals with it that interests me. Some conquer it and wield it, while others crumble and fall. So tell me, daughter, when I make this hurt, and I will, are you going to conquer or fall?

“Louis,” I start. “I failed them, Nova. Don’t you see?” he rants. “When Bas died, I couldn’t protect D, and he withdrew, not feeling anything. He was like a machine, and I couldn’t stop that. You did! You brought him back! I couldn’t stop Jonas from descending into madness, but you did. I couldn’t stop Nico from blaming and hating himself, cutting himself up every day, but you did. I couldn’t get Isaac to look after himself and let the guilt go, but you did. I couldn’t figure out what I was doing wrong, and yet, you did.”

You are not alone, Nova. You will never be alone, so stop acting like it. We are in this together, my love. You will remember that or we will remind you every single day we are alive.”

“We’ve got you, baby. We’ve got you. If you need us to hold you while you cry, if you need us to burn the world at your side, or you just simply need this to help you work through your emotions, then we will. We will do anything because we are a family. We don’t just get the happy emotions, but the bitter ones too. Nothing is ever too much for us, so stop shielding us and pushing us out. We want it. We want every brutal, raw edge. We can take it.”

“What if I can’t? What if I can’t take it? What if I’m not strong enough?” I admit. “Then we will be strong for you,” he promises, stroking my cheek. “But, Nova, you are the strongest person I have ever met. Strength isn’t measured by how tall you stand, but by how beautifully you break and get back up, and you, Nova, have been broken so many times, only to put yourself back together and keep going. You still believe in good, in love, in hope, and right and wrong despite the world never doing anything for you. Despite only seeing evil, you fight for good. We all do. We are all this world has.”

But I’m beginning to realise that pain is the whole reason we live. We hurt and love and do it all over again. Otherwise, why are we fighting so hard every day to make the most of the life we have?

Love doesn’t have to be grand and beautiful; it can be this, a man willing to fight for you, willing to show up every day and put in the work.

Life isn’t perfect—fuck knows I know that better than anyone—and it hurts you over and over, but I truly believe it never throws more at you than you are willing to endure, and you’ll find a shred of happiness in the chaos. You just have to be strong enough, brave enough, to hold on tight and fight for it. Even if it hurts l...

Trust, I’m finally understanding, is the scariest thing of all. It’s so easy to b...

Fuck everyone else. Fuck normal. This is us, baby, and I’m loving it, so be a good girl and come for me so you can bend me over and I can feel you fuck me.”

“Fuck, baby, look at you, taking these ten inches so well. You’re getting it nice and wet for me. Goddamn, you’re so beautiful. You love this, don’t you? Love me fucking you with this dildo. Love coming all over it for me, knowing you’re going to use it on me.”

“Now be a good boy and get on all fours for me. You wanted my cock, and now you’ll get it. No safe words, no backing out. You’ll take it and love it until you come so hard, they all come up here thinking I’m killing you.”

“Love lives on in those who love you, who outlive you.

“We’re going to get her back,” I murmur. “We are, and when we do, we’ll burn the fucking world for her.”

I need my Nova, and if I have to kill every single person who gets in my way to get her back, I will, and when I find her father? I’m going to torture him to death for hurting the love of my life.

Jonas wears his madness proudly, Nico channels it, Louis embraces it, and Dimitri fights it, but me? I hide it.

“Everyone wants to be loved, Reggie,” she replies, sitting up straighter, bolder in her passion. It’s cute. “Every single person, no matter what they say, wants that. They want to be loved deeply and stop being hurt over and over. They want a happy ending without pain. Many don’t find it, so they find it through this, fiction, until they do find their happy ending. Other people already have it and love relearning the feeling through others. Some simply want an adventure. They get it through books. Like me, a small-town girl, I’ve got to visit the stars, see other planets, and go to the deepest depths of the oceans. I’m a soldier, a sailor, a mermaid, a pirate . . . I can be anything I want in these books, and for the hours that I indulge and read, losing myself between ink and paper, the shitty world around me doesn’t exist. I’m free.”

I would face every single bad memory, fight a million armies, crawl through a million tiny spaces, or face torture and imprisonment again if it meant freeing my girl and kissing her.

“You are our life, and we can’t be happy without you,” Nico snaps. “Do not ever think otherwise. There is no us without you. Baby, where you go, we go. There is no happiness, no life, and no future without you. I would suffer a hundred years of torture and die a thousand times simply to be at your side. Live or die, we do it together.”

“He’s right. Before you, we were a team, then after you, we became a family, and you are the heart of our family, Nova. We cannot function without you. You beat for us, so don’t you even dare,”

“Not yet, but one day, and when I die, I want to be surrounded by sharks. I want to die how I lived—with madness.”

“Then get down on your knees. Show me how badly you want it. Crawl to me. Crawl to my pussy.” Without pausing, he drops to his knees, keeping those dark, wicked eyes locked on me. Nico is huge, and when he starts to crawl, I watch the pull and play of all that muscle.

His hand slides up to grip my neck in a collar, a reminder, a promise that I am still his and he is still mine.

“Hearts.” Jonas grins at her. “Of every single guard I killed. I made them pay for everything they did to you.” “Jonas,” I sputter. “Told you,” Nico says, laughing behind me. “Jonas,” Nova whispers, and I wince. “That’s so romantic. Thank you, baby. I love you!” She throws her arms around him and yanks him down, peppering his bloody face with kisses as he grins at us. “Fucking hell, maybe we are the crazy ones and he has it all figured out,” Nico mutters.

He catches my hand, his eyes hardening. “She could, Dimitri. The wound . . . If she doesn’t want to come back—” “Shh.” Twisting my wrist, I release it from his grip and continue to clean his face. When it’s done, I sit back, dropping the cloth on the floor and taking his hand. “We have to be strong right now, okay? We are not losing anyone else.” My voice hardens. “We can’t. So, no matter how much it hurts right now, no matter how angry, sad, and worried we are, we keep it together for her. We give her a reason to fight. We keep our girl alive. We give everything for her like she did for us, okay? This isn’t how our story ends. It can’t be.”

“I know you’re hurting, baby, not just your body, but your heart. I know you miss your sister, but please don’t do this to us, okay? I can’t live without you. I can’t. If you die, I die. It’s that simple. There is no place in this world for Jonas without Nova, so even though it hurts, even though it would be easier to give in, come back to us because without you, there is no us. Not anymore. Please, baby, don’t break our hearts. They’ve been yours since the moment we met you. Where you go, we go, so if this is the end, if you go, so do we. You hear me?”

“Each day, it grows a little easier to breathe. There will still be moments where you remember them and it breaks you apart . . . Something little can catch you off-guard. But each day, it gets easier to get up, easier to move and carry on. You never truly forget them, not really. It’s always there, waiting for you to remember, and sometimes you just . . . lose track of that for a time. It could be days, weeks, or even months, but then it’s there again. The pain never goes away with time; it just gets easier to manage. Eventually, you’ll forget all the bad stuff, and even though it hurts, you’ll remember the good. You’ll remember the happy times and smile and tell us about them to keep her alive within us. It doesn’t mean you stop loving her by going on, Nova. It simply means you love her enough to keep moving despite losing her. That’s how you keep her alive with us, and that’s how you survive this. One foot in front of the other, one breath, one second at a time. Eventually, those seconds add up to minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and finally years, until you’ve lived longer without them than you did with them. It still fucking hurts, but you’re not alone. I wish I could change the past and save her, but I can’t. I’m here though. We are here. You won’t go through this alone. Even in the darkness, we will hold your hands,

“I promise that we will love you until the very end. We will help you heal in every way we can, and one day, you’ll tell me everything about her and I’ll tell you all about Bas. Deal?”

I love them, I know that, but love hurts. Love has the ability to destroy you.

I loved them enough to sacrifice myself, but can I love them enough to keep living?

Seconds can turn into minutes if you simply remember to breathe and let the pain wash through you rather than drown you under its waves. A mere second can change everything if we let it.

Death is easy, but living is fucking hard.

We are born, we suffer through life, and if we are lucky enough, we find someone to suffer through it with us. I don’t believe we are all born with a great destiny, I believe we make one.

I cannot change the past nor can I take the pain away. I just need to learn to live with it if I can and hope they love me enough to stay by my side as I try to heal my broken heart and lonely soul.

“It reminds me that no matter what happens, love doesn’t stop. It just changes. The lightning is my reminder you existed, Ana, and that you loved me and I loved you. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you have ever heard?”

Crawling to me, Nico runs his tongue along my thigh and up, chasing some water before stroking across my pussy.

“We are all yours, the best killers in the world, and you brought us to our knees. You made us obsessed with you. You made us wild with it and so crazed, we would kill anyone who took you from us. Let us love you as much as we can, let the storm feel it.”

“If I cannot have your madness, I want your screams,”