Hard Times Novel Novels & Stories

A paper book rested in his hands while multiple surveillance feeds played silently across the large screen before him, displaying views of both the interior and exterior of the bunker. After the Frostfall, without the burden of work, his life settled into a steady rhythm. He had grown fond of reading. Some books had come from the library. Others had belonged to Severin. The one in his hands now was "Ordinary World" by Lucas Wayworth. Reading it in this era carried a strange weight. The ordinary days described in its pages were gone forever. The ordinary world itself now lay buried beneath endless ice and snow. Yet one thing remained unchanged. Human beings, resilient by nature, would struggl

“That medicine is forbidden for pregnant women...” “And the dosage was extremely high.” He said in a low voice. “It caused her to lose the pup... a six-month-old pup. It was devastating.” I swung my fist and smashed the wall. The plaster caved in. Blood ran from my knuckles. But it did nothing to dull the ache in my chest. I knew, even then, it wasn’t a fraction of what Everly had endured. I breathed hard. A low, raw howl forced itself from my throat.

Mickel said, and he was vibrating, you are joking with life Imprisonment or death sentence, hmm, don't think It's delicate to embark on that kind of journey" Mickel said, "Can you assist me to make my plans work bout successfully?" Naomi asked, I need to make money" she said, "If you need money, you will need to work hard and safe for the rainy days" Mickel said, "I have worked for more than twolve years, and I still find myself frustrated without a dine In my bank account, and am done working, I want to make money the hard way" Naomi said, "To make money the hard way Is In three things that attached to If, either you succeed, or you ware killed In the process, or you bag a severe sentence f

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.