Hard Times Novel Novels & Stories

When she returned to the living room, Grandpa Scott was watching the morning news. "Good morning, viewers. Welcome to today's Morning News. Due to the continued influence of a strong cold air mass, many regions in the northern part of our country have experienced the most widespread and severe snowfall since the beginning of winter. In some areas, transportation has been disrupted and agricultural facilities have suffered damage..." Grandpa Scott sighed. "The last time we had snow this severe was more than thirty years ago. Looks like we won't be returning to Heatherton City anytime soon." Seeing the old man's solemn expression, Bianca asked anxiously,"Grandpa, are we going to be trapped her

I said as I focused back on the breakfast, the sizzle of the frying pan, and the aroma of coffee brewing in the background, I felt a sense of peace settle over me. Hardin, once entangled in the dangerous world of the mafia, had made the courageous decision to leave it all behind for us. Now, our days were filled with simple moments like this shared breakfasts, quiet mornings, and the comforting presence of each other's company. The transformation in our lives was nothing short of miraculous. No longer did I have to live in fear, constantly looking over my shoulder or locking myself away from the world. Hardin's unwavering commitment to me and our child had created a haven where love and secu

Kota begins showing me everything which seemed pretty easy to remember, I also took notes and when Kota was called to run an errand I took the time to memorize a few things and read the daily tasks, companies policy, and rule book. (Everything seems pretty straightforward, As long as I pay attention I should be ok for now, Kota said the only thing that he thinks would be difficult for me is the constant amount of people who try to get into the office with no appointments. I guess I'll have to be a little blunt.) I go over a few manuscripts and documents but get stuck on a certain one unable to find a solution I knock on Kadachi's door and hear a quick reply. "Come in!" I go in closing the do

When her child came up, Jasmine scoffed, "Don't get me started. My kid's dad died before he was even born, and the little guy's just a pain. Just looking at him stresses me out." "Tell me about it. The doctor just found out he's got a heart condition, and almost died of hypothermia a bit ago." Derick said under his breath, "That doctor's a miracle worker, bringing him back from the brink." Derick's words sent a chill down my spine. Both Jasmine's kid and mine had congenital heart disease. In my previous life, Jasmine's kid got through it with some pricey surgery. My baby, though, caught a bad cold early on and did not make it because of complications.

He pulled me closer to his side, the rich scent of soot, woodsmoke, and clean sweat on his skin serving as a familiar, grounding presence. "I think I’m finally starting to understand the broader mathematics of your world, Zara." As the very first set of modern streetlights began to flicker on across Halsey Street—power grid lines fully managed by the Public Trust, fueled entirely by the sacrifices of the variables who had broken the machine—we stood up together and began the long walk back to our apartment. We were exhausted, our bodies were deeply broken, and we were officially paupers in the eyes of the law. But for the absolute first time in our violent lives, the foundation beneath our f

I can't stop thinking about everything, from the cave to Gabriel being my mate and then to saving the people. It is starting to become so depressing especially since I don't even have a clue where to find the moonstone. I have finished my mom's book and I haven't found anything useful again apart from the handwritten poem at the back. With everything worth sacrificing, I chose my own flesh. Out of the weak comes the strong And out of the strong comes the mighty. The purest of all. White as snow, pure as the blood in her veins. The war is coming. At the strike of the snow on the ground.

This was Faith's journal. He flipped some more pages. In the beginning, nothing was all that interesting in the book. It was just about daily life. Some of her stories showed that she had a tough life. She wrote about how hard she worked to support her family and her sick father. It wasn't anything new Anthony didn't already know about. His chest felt heavy as he kept reading. Faith's life hadn't been easy. Her father was so cruel to her. So, no wonder she had a hard time trusting men. Trusting him.

My obsession with family - I had to let it go, too. Why was it so hard for me to have a stable life when I tried so hard? Maybe it was wrong from the start. I shouldn't have met Levi. I shouldn't have agreed to give it a try with Mr. Aiden Morgan when someone else already lived in Levi's heart. I shouldn't have believed the myth that a man would settle down once there's a child. Crash! The glass shattered on the floor. I froze, my arm suspended in mid-air, as if such crude behavior was something I'd never do. That feeling of trying to please others, wanting them to understand me, swept through my entire body.

- she grunted, focusing eyes on him. At this moment Salvadore felt the warmth flowing through his body. The temperature was clearly rising and the girl was staring at him, so he realized quickly that it was her doing. So Salvadore looked straight into her eyes and used hypnosis, which worked immediately. The girl went numb from head to toe and the feeling of heat in his body vanished quickly. Salvadore breathed a sigh of relief.