Hardships Novels & Stories

They both knew how worse the situation was, but neither of them wanted to acknowledge it. Her father’s condition had been worse for months, and the doctors were running out of options. The only thing keeping him alive now was a new experimental treatment, which was not covered by any insurance and came with an high cost. Olivia had maxed out her credit cards and borrowed from friends just to keep him on the treatment, but it was only a matter of time before her resources ran away.

"Miss Hardy, I've had quite enough of your low digs today, tell me what your problem is" "Since you want to hear it so badly, I would tell." "Why do you keep frustrating your workers and my friends" She inquired with a voice clearly laced with pain. "They've been nothing but all great workers and all they did is to work hard as they can, pushing themselves beyond their limit, yet all they get in return is being pressured and harrassement" I guess she hasn't changed afterall. Caring so much for others at her own expense. "So that's what it was all about"

I couldn't help but admire their patience, enduring eight long weeks of hardship before reaching their breaking point. I peered through the window, observing their weary faces etched with anger and desperation, clutching placards that bore their frustrations. Some of them had visibly withered away, mere shadows of their former selves. We could only sustain ourselves for so long on the meat we hunted in the woods; we needed more than that to survive. Unfortunately, the harsh reality was that we couldn't afford basic necessities like work, electricity, or even food. The impending land sale was our beacon of hope, a chance to acquire much-needed funds that could potentially buy us some time and

Persistence and hard work. Those were my motto in life to keep me going and striving. If I wasn’t persistent, I would give up, and if I don’t work hard, I’d die of hunger..or maybe end up being sold by the loan sharks. Two long years, I had sacrificed them, clawing my way out of debt. Two years of watching my classmates move on, their lives unfolding in a way mine couldn't. I couldn’t go to college with my classmates because I had to work and pay off all my debts.

He sighed and thought of what he had been trying to let go came to him. He look at his still paralyzed legs and wished he has started walking, he want his children to enjoy their childhood but he’s ashamed and hated for the public to see them with their crippled father. He’s angry at the world for letting such a thing happen to him. He kept looking at his leg and when he thought of it for some minutes, he decided to try raising himself it felt like something was pulling him back down and the pain was way out of this earth. Harden silently groaned as he tried to stand up, after a few minutes of failed first attempt, he sat down back and for the first time since his incident, Harden burst into

The Hardy family had no money, power, or connections. They enjoyed a short period of popularity within their community from having two successful sons. Many close and distant relatives came knocking on their door with gifts to ask for favors. Some of them requested that Travis find a job for their children in Covenford. And some of them requested to borrow large sums of money. Dick and Janine were snobs who cared about their reputation. But they loved money even more. Those who came to borrow money were sent away with various excuses.

He delved into the labyrinth of his past, recounting the relentless trials that had marked his upbringing. As a young boy, Ejay had weathered the storms of poverty, each day a relentless battle for survival. The scarcity of basic necessities, the perpetual hunger that gnawed at his stomach, and the unyielding hardships were constants in his life. He remembered the countless times he had to go without meals, the pangs of hunger a cruel companion in his journey through destitution.

I wonder. "Since we could both use a day off from life." Hardin grumbles, his face still pressed into the pillows. Despite being uncertain about spending the day with him, I know that if we ever expect things to get better, we have to put the effort in. "Can we at least brush our teeth?" I ask, deciding to just go with it. "I suppose." Hardin exhales heavily as he slowly rises from the bed. He struggle slightly less getting off the bed, than he does on it. I think it's because he can use his arms to push himself up, but getting down is harder due to his knees.

Yes, breaking up hurts as hell but loneliness secretly kills. It might sound dramatic but it isn't just about the feeling of longing for someone's presence, it's about the emptiness within our souls which had kept us striving for affection, attention, and comfort. Does it even make sense? I do not believe that no man is an island when I was a kid, but when I grew up, carrying a ton of burdens and traumatic incidences, I began to understand the meaning behind those words. I didn't get to where I am without anyone's help, without Gheuver's help, the orphanage's kindness, without that man's moralistic efforts, and my mother's sacrifices. I managed to survive, to strive for a living because of t

Angelo had grown with so much love from his father, even with little to no money, he still seemed to be happy with his family, but once he was brought to the compound, he loses all that love and focuses on Greed and envy. His mother Greta was very different but still very beautiful, she didn't possess the hatred her son did, she was grateful, very grateful to be put in such position and thankful to Lorenzo but Benedetta most importantly because she knew had the woman refused, neither of her family would have had access to any of these luxuries. Her life with her late husband had not been hell, not even close to, they loved each other so much, that it pained her every day that the man wa