What Are The Key Takeaways From The Staying Power Book?

The housekeeper, who was always punctual, was late today. "Madam, I'm so sorry… dinner isn't ready yet. Please don't be upset with me…" "But this time, there was no helping it. I waited downstairs for over half an hour, and no one swiped in. I even called Mr. Gregory, but he didn't answer. That's why I'm late." My hand froze mid-motion as I was changing shoes, and a frown creased my brow. "Lydia," I said, "didn't I have Richard give you the access card?" Lydia Pendel froze, her face blank. "Access card? Mr. Gregory never gave me one." "Never?" I repeated. "Yes," she said, wiping the sweat from her forehead, her voice careful. "All this past month, I've been sneaking in whenever another resident opened the door, or calling Mr. Gregory so he could let me in. "Today, Mr. Gregory didn't answer at all, so I was stuck downstairs, feeling helpless…" That was strange. Because over the past month, the electronic lock on the front gate had clearly recorded swipes from that backup card.

After five years in a marriage without intimacy, I finally called my wife, Suzanna Jones, the youngest commander in the military, and asked her to spend the night with me. Five hundred and twenty times. That was how many times we had been interrupted over the years. Every time we came close to being together, an urgent call from her widowed brother‑in‑law, Eric Gibson, pulled her away before anything could happen. Then, on our wedding anniversary, Suzanna promised she would finally give me the perfect wedding night we never had. I held her by the waist and was about to cross the final line between us when Eric’s ringtone shattered the moment. “Suzanna… I was injured in an explosion down there. What if I am crippled for life…?” Panic filled her face. She pushed me aside and rushed for the door. I grabbed her wrist and tried to stop her. “Send him to the military hospital first.” She turned on me with anger and slapped me across the face. “Shane! Eric is seriously hurt! How can you be this heartless?” She pulled on her dress and ran out. When I caught up with her, the sight in front of me stopped me cold. The woman who once promised to give me her first night was wrapped around Eric in a position far more intimate than anything she had ever shared with me. When I asked for an explanation, she looked calm and unbothered. “Eric is in critical condition. Was I supposed to stand there and do nothing? It is not that important. If it bothers you that much, I can fix it later.” Something inside me went numb. For five years, I had been the only one trying to hold our marriage together. At that moment, I realized I was exhausted from fighting for something that had ended long ago.

Olivia Reyes has her life exactly how she likes it. Quiet mornings, no disruptions, no complications. She is a therapist — she knows better than anyone what happens when you let the wrong feelings in. Then Damien Cole moves in across the hall and ruins everything. Loud music. Late nights. An easy smile that tells her he has never once been told no. She hates him immediately. Completely. Convincingly — until one ordinary morning she opens her curtain and sees him, really sees him, and realises that hate was always covering something far more dangerous. She tells herself it means nothing. She manages it. She is very good at managing things. Until her apartment floods at three in the morning and the only door open to her is his. Three days, she tells herself. Just until maintenance sorts it out. But three days with Damien strips away every version of him she invented in her head. He is not who she decided he was. He is steady and perceptive and quietly, dangerously kind — and he has been paying attention to her long before she ever noticed him doing it. What happens between them does not feel like a mistake. It feels like something that was always coming. Then his ex walks back through the door and Olivia does the one thing she swore she never would. She runs. What follows is the question at the centre of everything — how far will Damien go for a woman who does not believe she is worth chasing? And can Olivia finally stop analysing long enough to fight for something real? She was only meant to stay three days. She stayed for him.

The rain starts to hit at my window, I can see dull clouds slowly coming over. I frown as I look trying to ease my mind. Again my mood is reflected in the weather outside. I'm still unsure if it is 100% me that makes it happen, but it seems too much of a coincidence for it to not. It isn't often the weather reflects my mood, when it does it's usually because I'm riddled with anxiety or stress and unable able to control my feelings. Luckily its a rarity, though today as I sit looking out of the window I can't help but think about the giant task at hand. Can Iris unlock her family secrets and figure out what she is? A chance "meet cute" with an extremely hot werewolf and things gradually turn upside down. Dark secrets emerge and all is not what it seems. **Contains Mature Content**

A young witch obsessed with power, an Alpha bound by responsibilities, and a young woman with a mysterious background, their lives intertwined in a web of deceit, lies, and pretense. When the desire to obtain power overrules all logical thought, Nari Montgomery would do anything in order to achieve her dream, even if it means sacrificing what she holds dear. Alpha Romeo Price was deceived by love and cursed by a witch only to be saved by a stranger whose identity may be the cause of his downfall. Annabelle Aoki arrives in a small town and rescues an animal only to be coerced into saving a man who changes her perspective and pushes her to accept who she was meant to be. A prophecy foretold their destiny but that doesn't mean they will end up together. In this story, things are never what they appear.

Five years ago, Suri ruptured her uterus pushing Bruce out of the path of a car. The injury left her unable to have kids. But Bruce didn't care—he still pushed for the wedding. After they got married, he poured nearly everything into her. Or so she thought. Then came the scandal. One of his business rivals leaked it, and just like that, the truth exploded online—Bruce had another woman. She was already over three months pregnant. That night, he dropped to his knees. "Suri, please. I'll fix it. I won't let her keep the baby..." And Suri? She forgave him. But on their fifth anniversary, she rushed to the hotel Bruce had reserved—only to find something else entirely. In the next room, Bruce sat beaming, surrounded by friends and family, celebrating that mistress's birthday. The smile on his face—pure joy. A smile she'd never once seen from him. That was the moment she knew. It was over. Time to go.