And The Struggle Continues の小説・ストーリー

"A weak little thing who can't even remember her own name." I felt a surge of anger at their words, but I knew better than to react. Instead, I stood my ground, trying to keep my cool despite the fear rising inside me. "I don't know what your problem is," I said, trying to sound calm. "But I'm not looking for trouble." Leah laughed, a cold, mocking sound. "Oh, you're not looking for trouble?" she repeated. "Well, trouble's found you, sweetheart. And it's not going to let you go anytime soon."

"We conflict. We do not give up. The door shook, though, and I knew it wasn't only Dmitri's guys on the other side. Something worse was on her way. Something for which I lacked readiness. And I understood—this was more than just a struggle for survival—as the lights flashed. This was the struggle for every bit we still have.

But I have to do what I have to do. Same battle, different flags.

“This may not be the end of it.” She walked toward him slowly. “Then we continue.” He studied her. No exhaustion. No retreat. Just commitment. “You don’t regret standing beside me?” he asked quietly. Her answer was immediate. “No.” A beat. “Do you regret fighting?” He looked out over the city lights. “No.” And that was the truth. This wasn’t survival anymore. It was evolution. They had been tested publicly. Financially. Personally. And every attempt had failed to fracture them. Which meant the next attack

Endure everything. TO BE CONTINUED

Version of himself. The fight continued. But they faced it united. Stronger. Ready for whatever came next.

Will Rail stop the fight? To Be Continued.

The Harrisons" aren't immortal. And he doesn't want some outsider to run the company. “This is fucked up. – Pierre commented and I had to agree. In fact, fucked up was the understatement of the century. It didn't even come close to describing how dire this situation was. And speaking of situation, I realized that the lurking horror was right around the corner. “They're at your house. I whispered. - What will we do now? The question was answered with silence. I looked up to see a grimace on Pierre's face and Adrian seemed lost in thought. “Maybe I should go. — I suggested. - No! Both Adrian and Pierre shouted and I held out my hands, in the universal sign for surrender. - So what are we going

Creating schedules and boundaries and rules that will make this bearable. But instead, I find myself standing in the middle of the living room, staring at that ridiculously comfortable-looking couch, feeling the weight of the day finally crashing down on me. April betrayed me. Chris helped her do it. I'm stuck living with someone who represents everything I've been fighting against since I got to this school—the casual assumption that money solves everything, that privilege is just the natural order of things.

Her heart lurched at the sounds and she started to feel panic build up at the thought of Levi or anyone else being hurt because of her. She started wiggling her arm again, the fingers of her other hand trying to pry the plastic from her skin. The zip-ties had cut into her skin sharply, causing small pockets of blood to pool around her wrists from her constant struggling. Despite the obvious danger and threat of the bomb attached to her, she couldn’t help the constant struggling and pulling she had been doing, trying to get free. If she ran quickly enough, she had a chance of escape. Her ankle was incredibly sore and tender, but she could still hobble on it. Because she wasn’t able to sit or