It Takes What It Takes Novels & Stories

The prize was enormous, and everyone rolled up their sleeves, eager to give it a go. Only Mina's expression was full of disdain. "It's just a design bid. Look at you lot, acting like you've never seen something like this before." A colleague couldn't help but retort, "Mina, this is a Mercer Group project! If you win this, you'll be set for the rest of your life!" "As if the rest of my life depends on this," Mina remarked, deliberately raising her voice in my direction. "Some people spend their whole lives chasing such a small dream, but not me though. I'm born lucky. Immense riches will come knocking on their own."

Yоu’vе gоt tо tаkе whаt уоu wаnt іn this life оr іt’ll bе tаkеn frоm уоu. “Cоmе оn, you fuсkеr. Tар out!” I hіѕѕ іt іn hіѕ еаr. It makes hіm struggle mоrе. He’s a fighter. Jаѕоn Cooper wоn’t bе surrendering аnуtіmе ѕооn. I’ll gіvе him сrеdіt fоr реrѕіѕtеnсе at lеаѕt.

a one, two, three. Skylar: 🎵 You tell me it gets better, it gets better in time. You say I'll pull myself together, pull it together. You'll be fine. Tell me what the hell do you know? What do you know? Tell me how the hell could you know? How could you know? 'Til it happens to you, you don't know. How it feels. How it feels. 'Til it happens to you, you won't know. It won't be real. No, it won't be real. Won't know how it feels. 🎵

“I know that. But why you would do that is the real question. What’s your deal, buddy? What do you want?” “You,” he said. With how casually he said it, one would think he was picking out groceries at the supermarket. ' yeah, I want this carrot—no, not the broccoli ' Maya didn’t get it. What was so special about her? “Me? Me specifically, or do you just want a taste of Black girl magic?” It must be the ass. She did have a very nice ass. “Just you.” “Why? What’s so desirable about me that you’d jump in front of my fucking car?”

"Don't tell me this is all because of this?" "It's all because of this," I said flatly. His jaw tightened. He hurled the scarf back into the trash and got up, pacing the room. "How many times do I have to tell you? Me and her, it was just an act!"

"They think you're just mooching off them. It must be awkward, right? I don't want you to be mistreated because of me." After that, it got harder to look Anna in the eye. Meanwhile, Michael and Chloe were fighting more often too. I thought maybe life would have settled into this strange rhythm… until I ruined everything with my own pride and blind trust. "Joel, help me! I fell down a hill—my stomach hurts so bad—I'm so scared!" Anna's voice rang out in a panic. I shot up in bed, drenched in sweat, only to realize it was a dream. I had just seen her, but I already missed her again.

Aster~ At this point, is it even worth helping Adagio? Never seen a man more adamant than him. It's almost impossible change his mind. I always believe deep conversation can open minds, but Adagio just won't let me speak. He always says something to cut me off or to make me dumbfounded. All these rantings and complaints about him push me to the edge of giving up on him. But deep down, I know Adagio has faced things that his heart is covered with metal.

Suzanne snapped, her voice sharp with concern. "No," they said in unison, their voices echoing with a fierce determination. Then Ferris pushed his face into mine, grabbing my cheeks and giving them a hard squeeze. "Snap out of it, Lavender Jamila Verlice!!! The opinions of others do not define you. YOU define yourself! Stop worrying about what has already happened and focus on what there is now!"

Her face fell, and the plea in her eyes instantly morphed into anger. Hatred seeped into her voice as she spat out, "Why? Why do you get everything so effortlessly, while I don't? It's all the things you didn't want, so why can't I have them? I'm just—" "You're just a thief and an imposter," I cut her off. "You took what didn't belong to you, and now you think you're justified?" Debra's face twisted in fury, and her emotions spiraled out of control as her voice became shrill and desperate.

I was carrying the next generation of my family, and I would tear apart the world to protect it. “We don’t have time for mistakes, little one,” I whispered to the small bump, the single source of warmth and goodness in this cold room. “Mommy is learning to be a shark now. And we are going to win.”