Futile Struggles Novels & Stories

I love to relieve my stress by fucking her warm tight core. Author's p.o.v It's been almost 4 months since Aradhiya is totally locked here. Her whole family's life has become miserable. Arnav is in the rehab centre. Suraj is now handicapped and suffering alone at his house seeing his children's misery. And Aradhiya is locked here inside of a monster's cage. Suraj has tried multiple attempts to free Aradhiya but every time he failed. Even the police are not helping him because of Anirudh's fear.

Chapter 62 'In a harsh, cruel world where success is only measured by financial income, the higher moral values are ‎getting lost and forgotten. No one counts your efforts, good deeds, struggle, and giving unless if these ‎deeds make money. Money nowadays, unfortunately, is the fake God everyone follows. If you make ‎solid profits you are a human being worth respect, but if you are struggling and working so hard in life, ‎yet your struggle and good deeds don't make you the money you need, you only worth neglecting.‎ When your life is in turmoil and your soul appears to be lost hold your head up high and try to smile. When doors are closed others open up to sometimes yield better horizons. Th

Welsh took the plastic bag , entered his car and drove off to the forensic lab for further testing. It was snowing, Jude in his car driving, still searching for the USB drive, Jude stopped his car at a house, he looked around the house, but nobody was inside, he broke the door, entered the house, restlessly searching everywhere, frustrated, he picked up a glass cup on the table then smashed the glass cup on the ground, still searching he couldn't see anything "Ahhhhh Fuck" he yelled. as Jude was coming out of the house he saw a drawer he opened it , there was a phone inside the drawer, he picked the phone from the drawer then he quickly left the house and drove off.

On my phone, there was no trace of a network. I was having trouble walking because of my high heels. Whatever happens today, I will not give up. Otherwise, Rachit's statement that I need him will be proven correct. I pulled off my heels and walked with me in my hand. A lonely girl and a deserted road with thunderstorms. What if someone appeared out of nowhere and caught me? Yes, why not? I can't even contact anyone for help. Can't I stand up for myself? I'm not even carrying pepper spray. Yes, you're speaking as if you're a naïve person. It enraged my subconscious that I was listening to my dumb thoughts.

I'd done so well for so long to hold on to the hope that one day, everything would be different. I fought and struggled, kept my head down, and did the best I could each day. I showed up when no one wanted me. I carried loads that my weak body was not meant to hold. I endured abuse and neglect and hatred because I believed that... one day... someone was going to see me for myself and not as Fumbles.

There were tall buildings, warmth, and real life waiting for us. I even imagined taking him with me toward a new beginning. But three escapes ended in three failures. The last time, Ruth beat me to death with a shovel in the pigpen. Now, after hearing Noah's inner thoughts, I finally understood a few things. The reason why every carefully planned route was always blocked, why the sleeping pills never worked, and why the mountain cave where I hid might as well not have existed. It turned out that every struggle I made was put to rest by the very flesh and blood.

Animals are most vicious when they feel cornered. This is the simplest example of how most down trodden people in a corrupt society feel. Marginalized, and wounded spirited people, walking these streets without any hope of surviving. These people who feel so helpless, and abandoned, they are then filled with rage, and desperation. Probably full of life and dreams, but now filled with disappointments, bitterness and broken dreams, willing to do just anything to change their stations in life. They are wounded, cornered animals.

Warm tears soaked into my shirt, matching my own that slid freely down my cheeks. Our smiles were real, but strained at the edges, stretched thin by everything we'd gone through. And still, they remained. There was hope, flickering, fragile, yet fiercely clinging to life. It wasn’t the kind of hope you could rely on, not with someone like Fabri standing in our way. But it was there, small and stubborn, like a flame refusing to be snuffed out in a storm.

“Do not give up hope yet.” Hope. Such a hollow word. I looked down at Natalie, her body limp against me, her face too pale, too still. She seemed to be sleeping, but I was no fool. It was not peace that held her, it was struggle. The only faint comfort was that her wounds had not healed with supernatural speed. That meant her body was resisting, fighting. But what if it failed? What if her strength bled out, leaving nothing behind? The thought was a dagger twisting deep inside me.

I couldn't allow the torn pages to deter me, to snuff out the flicker of hope that burned within. With every fibre of my being, I fought against the wave of frustration threatening to consume me. This was not the end, merely a detour in the labyrinth of discovery. I knew that the journey held no guarantees, that obstacles and setbacks were inevitable, but it was in these moments of adversity that true strength was forged.