Defiance Novel Novels & Stories

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

For years after her little sister was born Ruby Rowan was treated as nothing more than a servant in her adopted parent’s home. Miracle was praised, loved, and was seen as the “perfect daughter”. Meanwhile Ruby was verbally berated ,ignored, and was the family's punching bag. But then Miracle makes the mistake of taking away the last person she thought cared about her. Her boyfriend. Brandon Franklin was the ‘perfect’ man, handsome, caring, spoiling her with gifts and holding her while she cried. But that was all a lie. He was cheating with her sister, behind her back for three years of their five year relationship. But what happens when she's pushed to her breaking point?

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.. Chapter 98 Emily’s, POV I don’t know which broke first — my heart or the ground beneath my feet. I stood there, frozen, my fingers trembling around the edges of the kitchen counter as Nyla’s words poured over me like acid, stripping away every layer of trust, every ounce of breath left in me.

a fantasy novel written by Worthwhile novels. "I hate you dan for hurting Jessie, she loves you and sacrifices everything for you…men are scum," Jeanne shouted. It was as if she read a true life story, forgetting it was just a fiction of a writer. Xena jumped on the bed, and she stood up hurriedly," What is it?" comes out of Xena's mouth, she was sleeping already, and she thought Jeanne had left for the king's chamber. Seeing the novel in her hand brought out an angry hiss. A hiss broke out of Xena's mouth, and she looked at Jeanne disdainfully.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

The first novel I read was by Louisa May Alcott; Little Woman, and then moved on to other feminist novels such as Handmaid's Tale and Pride and Prejudice—the book I'm holding right now. Well, I shouldn't be going around the library looking for a novel I like because what I'm supposed to be doing is taking care of a crazy bastard named Rhysand del Millero, who's on the phone. But I don't want to do that. I'd rather buy time with the books in front of me until the helicopter he's waiting for comes over to the bullshit he started. Damn, I hate this situation. I hate being stuck with a domineering, powerful man who loves to be heard more than to hear, and hates that I can't do anything.

She still had time to make it out of the desert, and if luck shined upon her face, she would see a car driving away from the museum… she just had to make it to the museum. But the desert was her greatest foe at that moment, with the sand engulfing her feet as she trudged forward, lamenting on the ill treatment from Logan. "How can a man be so hard-hearted" "Not like you're any better!" Her mind judged. "It doesn't matter! I'm a lady, he should had treated me well!" "Do you treat anyone well!" Her mind retorted. "No one deserves to be treated well!..." "Oops I didn't say that" "You brought death to his household, destroying his peace. He would be left in solitude now!"

There's a difference. — Survival is instinct. Defiance is a choice. You choose not to collapse. Not to beg me. Not to play the role of easy seduction. It's an interesting choice. Courageous. And perhaps a little stupid. — Why stupid? — Because it makes me curious. And my curiosity, Diane, is a far more dangerous thing for you than my desire. The word "desire" hangs in the air between us, charged with the electricity that crackled in the bathroom. He named it. For the first time.

I shot Jenkins a look. “Noted,” he muttered, quickly gathering his files before leaving. She placed the coffee on my desk. “Your coffee, sir,” she emphasized the last word. “Are you trying to make me jealous?” She met my gaze without hesitation. “Are you?” “Leave.” I picked up the coffee, watching her walk out. What the hell was wrong with me? This was what happened when a man let desire cloud his judgment. And desire and revenge were never meant to mix. Aisha’s POV

A price on her silence. “I’m not for sale.” Her voice shook, but not from fear. Defiance again. Always defiance. I almost laughed. God, she had no idea. Everyone was for sale. Even me. Especially me. I tilted my head, feigning pity, though something sharp and venomous churned in my gut. “Everyone has a price, Jacqueline. You’ll think about it. You’ll see why. Survival always wins over pride.” The silence stretched. The hum of the city wrapped around us, but all I could hear was my own heartbeat hammering against my ribs, the reminder of Calvin’s warning.