Novel & Cerita Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail

She ignored the way Dreia hooted and cheered behind her as she settled herself on the floor in front of the couch, hugging her knees. Right now, she’s not Astrid Yu. She was just Astrid. -.-.-.-.-.-.-.- “Do you ever feel like a fucking failure?” Astrid heard herself slurring out to Dreia who was somehow still upright and pouring tequila into the shot glass. “Babe, I’m a filmmaker by profession. It comes with the package.” Dreia said, rolling her eyes as she took her shot and quickly pressed a lemon slice between her lips. “I know, but like,” Astrid paused, staring blankly into space as she tried desperately to remember what she was trying to say.

"I know this is difficult. It seems like we are demanding that you give up a pack member. But I am offering her a chance to live. To learn control. To become something more than a cautionary tale." "And what if she does not want to go? What if she chooses to stay, face whatever comes?" "Then we respect that choice. But she deserves to know the choice exists. Deserves to understand what she is before she burns for it." He was quiet for a long time. "What is her name?" I asked gently. "Astrid. Astrid Frostborn. She is... special. Kind. Too gentle for pack politics. Always preferred the forest to the fighting ring." His voice roughened. "I knew something was different about her.

"So now you believe that I'm someone Ashton should stay away from? Because of my past and the things I've done to protect myself and my family?" "On the contrary miss, I think you'd be perfect for Ashton. You see you're not the only one with enemies, but you're capable of not just protecting yourself but everyone around you," Peter smiled. "I wouldn't want any less for Ashton." Adira stared at Peter like he had grown an extra head all of a sudden, she loved Ashton that wasn't a lie but her life was more dangerous that they would expect right now. Tina was locked up, Hugo was paralyzed and Mr Fletcher is yet to make a move or a statement, it wasn't safe. But before she would say anything else

Astrid "Don't go to a place and look for trouble if you don't have anything backing you up. And if you get into trouble, act like nothing happened." Those words burned so badly in my head that I desperately wanted to ruin something, to break something, but I knew I couldn't. I was a stranger, and if anything, I would be condemned for trying to fight back. She had slapped me, and every one of them watched without so much as a word. Soren didn't stop her or say anything. He watched me leave the field with my hand pressed against my burning cheek.

“You wouldn’t like what I’m going to do when you fail.” “Don’t be so arrogant,” Mason stated. He knew he couldn’t fail, but he hated how Astrid treated him. “Oh. One more thing,” Astrid added as she halted, but this time, she didn’t turn back to face him. “You can act like a victim all this time. I don’t mind being a crazy bitch who pushed her fiance away by using violence. What I’m saying is, if I need to kick you one more time just so you can convince them to cancel this damn arrangement, I’ll do it anytime. So, don’t mess up, Mason Bennett.”

She was quite proud of her expertise on this one. Several minutes passed ... Astrid was still fiddling with the keyhole, using the wire in her hand with sweat running down her temples. Her face was irritated and frustrated. It was the first time in her life that she had failed to break a lock. "Do you need help?" Urvarth asked Astrid. "No, I’m not. I don't need help. Thank you,” said Astrid, feeling both pride and shame. "All right, if you insist, Amicus," answered Urvarth with a sigh. He actually couldn't wait to see Astrid's action that didn't show any results and was a waste of time. However, he was forced to wait if this woman refused his help.

"I just hate watching these young women genuinely hurt, repeatedly, while we wait for whatever eventually forces real change." "I know," I said, genuine frustration and worry both evident in my own voice. "I keep thinking about everything my own father survived before actually achieving genuine transformation—decades of similar patterns, genuine crisis finally forcing real reckoning. I hope Ethan doesn't require quite that level of devastating consequence before actually learning similar lessons." "Perhaps his mate will provide gentler catalyst," Evelyn said hopefully. "Someone genuinely capable of seeing through his surface charm, demanding authentic accountability rather than simply accept

“But you did do weddings before.” “It’s my life, Adam. I made Fiona rich!” “Well then now, make somebody else rich! Including yourself.” My hands went to my face and I could feel how hot my face was. “I don’t know if I can do it! I don’t know if I can make it that big!” Adam reached for my hand and squeezed it. “You have nothing to lose, Astrid.” “Except your investor’s money,” I said nervously. “In that case, you should be glad I’m your lawyer,” he grinned.

“And yet… here we are.” “She’ll talk,” she whispers. “She’ll tell them everything. I warned Scarlet. She wouldn’t listen.” I don’t look at her. Not yet. I let my silence answer her panic. Astrid begins to pace, her hair bouncing in uneven waves, jaw tight with fury. Her once-flawless poise is frayed at the edges. “Scarlet’s sloppy. She got emotional. That wasn’t the plan.” “No,” I murmur. “It wasn’t.”

"Something horrible is happening, and I need your help. Please. Chase isn’t who you think he is. He’s dangerous. He sold me—" Astrid rolled her eyes, brushing me off like I was beneath her. "Spare me the theatrics. Chase told me you’d say something like this. Honestly, you’re pathetic." "You’re going to believe him over me?" "Absolutely," she snapped. "Because you’re a liar and an actress. And frankly, I don’t know why I’m still having this conversation." She turned to Mum. "I’ll finish packing. Chase is sending someone over shortly to move me to my new home."