Dua For Confidence Novels & Stories

"Shut up! Dua you are my best friend and you have to support me and plus we will look for a way and plus don't repeat this and plus-" "Will you shut up Esha! What plus plus now answer me this, how are we gonna ride home? " Dua asks annoyingly. I gave a goofy grin. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "This is why I hate you Esha" Dua screamed. "I am holding it dont worry" I consoled her. "What don't worry. My head is paining why can't you keep in your head" "My head is small" I chuckled. "I have already one near my leg and then you keep one on my head. Ughh Esha!!"

asked Dudley nervously. I tried to control the sense of doom in me. “Okay. Let’s go.” The other thing about confidence is that once you lose it, you can’t fake it. You literally don’t sound the same. Your body stands differently. Your resting face is a whole other shape. People who used to look at you with wide-eyed admiration, now look away.

"I don't know about that. I know for sure that you would take me down in a fight. You continue to remind me of that anytime we're practicing together." "There are many forms of strength. While I may be more physically strong, you are much more mentally strong. You are far stronger when it comes to goal setting, visualization, and self-confidence." "Ha.. Well that's where you're wrong. As my self-confidence is exceptionally low." "Are you sure about that?" Darius ask, making me raise a brow at him. "Well.. ya?" I say, almost as if I'm questioning him. "You may have doubts, but you've never questioned your true strength."

he asked setting the pestle aside. I leaned against the edge of the table with arms folding. "Tomorrow." He nodded as though I had said the sky was blue. "They are confident," I continued. "Too confident. Bragg does not move without leverage. Darius does not step forward without a safety net." The Mage hummed thoughtfully. "Confidence is often loud when it's borrowed." I frowned. "That is not reassuring." "It is not meant to be," he replied cheerfully. "Reassurance dulls instincts."

Her limbs trembled as she tried to take in a shaky breath but her lungs felt compressed. “Sorry? Oh no honey sorry won’t bring me back the money I lost because of your stunt. Those men wanted a show and you know what happens when they don’t get, right? But you know what. Let’s make it more fun” He chuckled with a deadly glare in his eyes. Dua looked behind herself and her breath hitched in her throat witnessing the boundary less corner of their home. She shook her head, her eyes widened and before she could voice out her plea, he had pushed her off the roof.

رَبِّ اشْرَحْ لِي صَدْرِي وَيَسِّرْ لِي أَمْرِي وَاحْلُلْ عُقْدَةً مِّن لِّسَانِي يَفْقَهُوا قَوْلِي “O, my Sustainer! Open up my heart and make my task easy for me, and loosen the knot from my tongue so that they might fully understand my speech.” I felt much better after that as if a wave of newfound courage had overcome me. That Du'a always helped me when I was nervous and couldn't find the right words to express myself correctly. "I wanted to tell you something that might be helpful to you. Trust me, it's worth all the trouble you went through to get here." she raised an eyebrow at me as if totally unconvinced. "I don't believe it." she declared after thinking for a moment. "You can neve

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He cleared her tears, consoled her and in that emotional moment, their eyes striked against each other, when his lips advanced towards her and she abruptly drew herself back from him. She had considered him just as a friend. And nothing else. Her past betrayals would never let her trust anyone again. And since last night, Ken had been calling her to apologize but she wasn't picking up. Once again, Dua cut the call and this time she switched off her phone. Her grandfather had given her enough money that she was able to live anywhere comfortably. But she was also doing a job because she didn't want to solely depend on that money. Currently, she was enrolled in a university in London for her ma

, Dua said, her chest was drumming because she was too impatient. "Why so and that too this late?", Jailer sat down on his seat and looked at her. "Because I want to tell him that I killed four people not three", Dua spoke but her tone was low, and looked scratchy. "Are you out of your mind, Dua?", Jailer jumped out from his seat and his eyes were hard too.