Hard Times Novel Novels & Stories

'Where the sun doesn't shine by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme. This was a story of a tall dark girl who struggles to live in the year 1990's. Hindi gaanong maganda ang takbo ng buhay nito. She was even into drugs and all. A teardropping story that she had and blah blah blah.. I just love the part of how she'd survived from everything. At dahil sa gusto kong tapusin agad ang librong to, hindi na muna ako pumasok sa eskwela and just hid here.

Ollie Oliver was laying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. He was on the floor of the makeshift gym in his temporary home and Elsie was standing nearby, counting out his movements. He was in pain and beyond exhausted. A part of him felt like passing out would be a better alternative than staying conscious, but there was no way that Elsie would let him quit. He loved that about her. “How is this so hard?” he asked, through gritted teeth. “I'm hardly doing anything. This shouldn't be so difficult.”

An extra hour every day would make all the difference. I always pretended to Jace that everything was fine because I didn’t want him to know how hard I struggled to make ends meet. Jace would help me, I knew he would, but I couldn’t lay this burden at his door. Secretly, I was glad that Josh had let me down for this weekend so that I hadn’t had to go out with Jace and his friends last night – I was drowning in debt and my credit card would bottom out soon. Sometimes I felt like the weight of the world was on my shoulders. It seemed like no matter how hard I worked, how much I strived to be a great mom, there was always something in the way making it feel like an uphill battle with me pulling

“One different choice, anywhere along the way, and none of this exists. Hannah’s still alone. Naomi’s still giving rooms to strangers and keeping one empty for herself. Sandra’s still hiding. Eli’s still wondering if his existence was a mistake someone paid to forget.” “And Daniel’s still looking,” Cloe added quietly. “For someone he’ll never find, because nobody’s looking back.” “Yes.” She leaned her head against his shoulder. “I used to think,” she said, “that the hardest part of my life was surviving Marshall. Getting through those nine years.” She closed her eyes. “But I think the hardest part might actually be this. Holding all of this. Every new person, every new piece of someone’s pai

Mena’ “Ugh” Why is it baking in here! Waking up from my sleep drenched in sweat. I try to kick the covers off,but can barely move because everything is sticking to me.Making my covers heavier in weight. I can’t even sit up It’s like I’m routed in place It has to be around 100 degrees right now.You would’ve thought It’s a furnace in our room how hot it is.Walls probably peeling get it together Mena starting to hyperventilate but after my panic subsided I try to gather what’s going on I don’t smell any smoke or see flames so it can’t be a fire so what’s happening right now

Poverty would strain any marriage, especially for people like them who were already morally bankrupt and could only share wealth, not hardship. Having lost me as their pillar, their finances became suddenly tight. The place they rented was small and old. Donovan's work remained unstable, and the factory where Sloane worked had inconsistent business.

- Miguel suggested without thinking, and only after a long moment it occurred to him that he was speeding things up too much. - Wish I could... Actually, you kind of fell from heaven to me. I lost my job and had nothing to pay the rent for a rented flat. They threw me out yesterday, and then, to make matters worse, they stole my luggage. I have nothing, but if you could give me some time... I'll find a job and pay my part of the rent.- Nadir said hopefully. She had to come up with a story because really had nowhere to go on the surface, after all, she only came out here from time to time to feed.

He had a point, but still, old habits are hard to break. For the past ten years, my life has been one that I never could've imagined when I was living on the streets, not knowing where my next meal was going to come from. Enduring cold in the winter and fall and unbearable heat in the summer, there were days when I thought my life was going to end on a park bench somewhere. Life on the streets isn't easy for anyone, not even a boy who'd thought himself tough enough to face anything.

Chapter 63. Habits. When Riffen brought Doris home, he sat on the old sofa, which, although a bit old, was very comfortable. A person who has experienced hardship like Riffen has not experienced hardships like this, he has lived in the slums, used to sleep under a bridge, used to use newspapers to make blankets in the cold winter, so is there any reason why Riffen did not dare to sit on the chair, did not dare to enter Doris' shack.