Great Motivational Short Stories Novels & Stories

The gun cracks, sharp and final. And I'm off like a bullet. Knees driving high, arms pumping clean and efficient, hips thrusting with explosive power. There's no tightness, no betrayal from my body. The curve comes fast, but I lean into it smoothly, my form holding, speed building. The wind whips my face, my lungs burning like fire, but I push harder, drawing on every late night "drill"—his mouth on my pussy, tongue lapping until I squirt, his cock pounding in my pussy. The straightaway blurs, the finish line rushing at me like a promise. I crossed it first, my arms flung up in victory, chest heaving as the clock flashes... 50.12. Yes! We did it Theo. My personal best. I won the gold medal!

Thank you to that one comment which said they liked this story and that motivated me to continue. Thanks <3

It was about the transformative power of creation, the ability to inspire, heal, and ignite the spark of possibility within each individual. As I look back on our extraordinary journey, I am filled with gratitude for the twists and turns that led us here. The challenges we faced, the sacrifices we made—they were all worth it. For we had not only found our purpose but also each other, creating a love story that unfolded on the canvas of our shared passion.

But then, one question stood out from the rest “What’s the motivation behind this?” It surprised me. I scanned the crowd and focused on George. He looked back at me without blinking. “My reason.” I began quietly, “is actually very simple.” I looked around the room, but my focus returned to George. It was time to show my hand, at least a little. “I was picked on and treated badly my whole life.” I said with my voice strong but full of emotion. “People thought I was weak because I had no wolf, but they didn't see my true strength. I guess that inspired and motivated me to protect in that way I could.”

They were poor yet had eyes that twinkled like stars. I went up on stage to share my story. "I, too, once thought of giving up. I, too, once felt that there was nothing but darkness in the world. But I realized that the only way for me to shine even the smallest light in the darkness was to become stronger myself. "Do not give up on your dreams for the sake of anyone else. Never lower yourself to please another. And the reason is this—you are the main character in your own story." Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

“And you’ll love me even more when the money hits.” I flopped back against the couch, covering my eyes. “Two days,” I mumbled. “What am I even doing?” Gia nudged me with her foot. “You’re being brave. And practical. And slightly terrified, which is exactly how bad bitches grow badder.” I peeked at her through my fingers. “You’re awfully philosophical tonight.” “I’ve been watching motivational videos,” she said solemnly. “I’m practically enlightened.” That made both of us laugh until tears formed at the corners of our eyes.

Jasper sneered. “I did it out of the pressure placed on me. Numerous times I was close to dying, but I would always wake up and tell myself I really have to survive this place to get victorious. And I'm thankful that all my words of motivation weren't wasted at all; I'm really proud of myself. And also grateful to you all for helping me win, thank you so much.” I smiled.

- *What is your inspiration in writing this story Er, well, I’ve already wrote a wall of text about it above. But if it’s about what still drives me to continue writing the story (despite the dismal views), it’s the encouragement from my friends, and also my stubbornness to not let Ley’s story die without his legend being created. * Alright, so that’s it for today. Anyway, I’m really sleep, and I think my whole post is just getting crazier and messier. Thank you so much for reading this story. I would appreciate it I can receive some encouraging comments or just any kind of comments for this story.

Meifeng was still emotionally affected after crying. She tried to retort in her rough voice, "Third brother Wu, I indeed don't have anything to do." W Qiqiang knew that, once a person loses his motivation it would be a really big deal to help that person gain it again. As motivation does not come quickly, let alone for the person who had lost their reason to live. He had already expected Meifeng to not listen to his suggestion. He was already prepared to give her an ultimatum.

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.