Hard Times Novel Novels & Stories

“How is it easy? I don't see it.” “You are blind.” “Maybe I am, but the question still stands, how?” “He didn't leave us for gold or riches; he left us for firm breasts.” “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “You saw that Postar girl?” “I have.” “She is something.” “True.” “We must have a reserve plan,” Hamil appeared from the group. “True,” said Nezamaikov, “any options, gents?” “We must prepare for the worse,” a gunner said.

Blake’s Pov Em is sleeping for three hours straight now. The wind has picked up and a massive storm is brewing. I kept checking if she was okay and that the swelling didn’t get worse. She refuses to go to a hospital, and for god knows why she’s a nurse and most of the people at the ED know what happened in her past, okay I think only Linda does, and I know her worse fear is being weak, but sometimes being weak is not a bad thing, well in my eyes. I grew up learning that being weak is your worse enemy, until I met Emily, and saw that being weak comes with passion and love and dependence. That’s all I ever wanted.

For Elise who's unemployed in her last life, she feels ashamed, these children age seven to fifteen starting to work to learn how to feed themselves. This is also the reason why she hated this novel. All the struggle , hope and tenacity of the children have built will just be in vain once the tragedy happened. It's disgusting to think that they were just side characters for the protagonist to be known. Elise who thought that sacrifices are important for every character development is exhausting to one's pov.

" My mother sat frozen on the ground, her gaze empty as she stared at the check. Samuel's silhouette faded away. The blood on my mother's arms and legs had turned to a dark crust. The relentless sun baked her, turning her skin a deep red. Time seemed to stand still until, at last, she stirred. She lowered her head and let out a cry of despair so raw, it echoed the pain of a creature in its final moments. "Yocelyn, how could you have loved a man like that?!" Beneath the harsh sun, I broke out in a cold sweat. My heart ached as I stayed by my mother's side, wishing I could wrap her in my arms and shield her from the world. However, to protect a man like that…

There were actually two people who did this, but one in particular shook my heart especially hard. For most people, I am an ordinary girl whose life has nothing special going on, just another student who makes some extra money after classes in a bar. When someone got to know me a little closer, found out that I was an orphan who lost my parents very early and was looked after by my grandmother from mother's side, who, however, died just before I went to college. From that moment on, I was left all alone and had to cope somehow, working hard to pay for my studies, living and a tiny, cramped apartment, which was quite far from the center of Tokyo, where the bar where I worked and my university

Watching the boy I married fight so hard to be enough. And promising myself I’d fight just as hard to meet him there.Because we couldn’t keep walking through this storm on separate sides of the street. We had to find our way back. Chapter 132 – Changing My Tone Harper’s POV The sun was already up by the time I finally drifted off. Sleep had come in scattered fragments—flashes of last night playing on loop behind my eyelids. Jaxon stumbling in, the crack in his voice, the way his fingers wrapped around my wrist like I

Chapter 14 CLARISSA’S POV: The rain hasn’t stopped since yesterday. It drums on the roof of the car like it’s trying to drown out my thoughts, but i didn't mind, as the noise matches the static in my head. I sat in the back seat, legs crossed, staring at the address glowing on my phone screen. A run-down apartment block in the industrial district’s ass-end, peeling paint, barred windows, the kind of place where people pay cash and never give their real names.

she queried Claire, and the lady could only wave her hand, in denial of what happened. “Just don’t mind it, Ma’am, where should I go by the way?” She was apologetic, even though deep inside, she was angered. Why does she have to go through all of these hardships? In her past life, she never had a decent job and just hopped from one hobby to another, not caring for the expenses. However, in this novel’s setting, she is destined to experience famine and poverty before reaching the highest peak, becoming the wife of Azrael Execroz.

No amount of words could prove character as clearly as actions in hard times. Slowly but surely, the tide began to turn. People saw that the foundation did not close, that the shelter remained open, that the work continued even when it was difficult. They saw that Gabriel did not change his ways when things became hard. They saw that I remained exactly the same—running my bakery, teaching at the center, independent and strong, just as I had always been.