Motivation Manifesto Novels & Stories

“This ain’t no damned tea party! Hustle!” It didn’t matter how fast they ran, they would always be told it wasn’t fast enough. It was all a form of motivation, one Adam didn’t quite understand, but at least he knew when the commanders shouted, it was for a reason and not just to show dominance. At first, it bothered him, but he’d grown used to it. Rarely did he mess up enough to be singled out. When that happened, that was when the yelling got really bad. The one time it had happened to him, he promised himself he’d never make another mistake again.

I can't afford to lose that now that I've done everything including begging Eion to stay here, with me quitting, and him bugging me for days, and me swallowing my pride. If I get fired now, I won't have any money. Without money, there will be no food or basic necessities. If there is no food, you will starve to death. I'll starve to death if I don't eat only grass and earth's soil, or I'll die an incomplete, fatal death. Overall, do not roll your eyes; it will lead to your death. I'm ready to fight now that I've determined my motivation. I closed my eyes and turned to face the leader-girl. There is no other option. "All right, fine."

he said with a grin, “but it’s possible. All you have to do is make them want it and then show them why it matters.” I rolled my eyes. “Except we already know what they want: money.” “True,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But there are many ways to make money, and yours is genuine. No manipulation, no false promises. The Radiant Club radiates positivity, and that’s your pitch. That’s your power.” I took a moment, replaying his words in my head. He was right. If I led with the app’s spirit its purpose I could still tell my story on my terms.

He puts the sachet back in his pocket and pats the latter lightly, “It is right here.” My eyes stuck to the pocket, my mind willing for me to move even though my bones would not. I try to crawl toward him, yet my shaking body proves stubborn. “You are not determined enough. Your motivation should drive you,” the man utters bluntly. It’s then I discover where my problem truly lies. The motivation. Being at my lowest, I’ve exhausted such a feeling. But, now, looking at this stranger’s pocket, it’s the only thing I can think of.

In life, you need to learn to act wisely and that's how I've determined to be. "Well, welcome!" I'm amazed at his kind attitude, he has been rude and ungrateful during the day. Hope this' not just temporary, I just wish he sticks to this my mission would be very easy. All I want from him is him by my side. If he doesn't I would be forced to execute my mission alone, just like the girl in "When you're alone." She's my role model, my source of inspiration beside myself, Eva and Zoey. I remember the popular cliche which advises everyone seeking to achieve difficult goals to have something to draw motivation especially when discouragements set in. In my case, this book was the greatest source of

He sat up in bed, wondering why his subconscious sounded like a woman's voice. "Do I need this stress? No! Do I need the money? No! Do I want notoriety and recognition as the wealthiest man in the world? Yes! If I can tap into this market, I will have reached my long-life business and financial goal as the wealthiest man in the world! It would shock all his friends and enemies in the world's top three percent earners! This one thought has been Adonis Weston's driving force since he became CEO! To be the greatest!" But all Adonis efforts and motivations weren't working. It all felt null and void. Adonis shook his head,

“Ms. Voss… I’ll need your signature.” My stomach tightened. I picked up the pen anyway, trying to look willing. Not yet. Please, not yet. “One last question,” I said. He sighed. “I thought we were finished with questions.” “What inspired you to create Roth Global?” His fingers curled against the armrest. The forced smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve already answered that.” “I wanted the real version.” Silence stretched. The air felt heavier. Then he spoke, voice controlled. “The real version is that successful people create opportunities. Unsuccessful people become opportunities.”

“You aren't able to see yourself the way others do. You are so much more than the doubts eating you alive. You can do anything as long as you are sincere about it.” It's the motivation I need. I inhale deep, letting go of the doubts and anxieties. I place the pen to the signature line and say, "I'm definitely interested in this position. You will not be disappointed with my devotion and responsibility to any child." He takes them back after I sign the papers and packs them into his briefcase. “We look forward to having you, Ms. Romero. I wish you luck with your journey ahead, as it may be a tough one. But I have a feeling you are a fighter.”

“That’s easy to say when your biggest problem tonight is deciding which bored socialite to ignore.” He chuckled low, and I swear my heart skipped. Determined not to get lost in that sound, I took a deep breath and turned to him. “Alright, Kimani, pep talk time,” I muttered to myself. I sat up straighter, channeling every motivational YouTube video I’d ever watched. “You are not a sacrificial lamb. You are a lioness. A queen. A walking, talking emerald goddess. You will smile, wave, and if anyone tries you, you will blind them with your dazzling gown and sharper wit.”

This was beyond retrieving what was lost, it was no longer about confronting immediate threat, this was about stepping into the very heart of the curse, we were on a journey to confront a manipulation that might hurt us to the very core, I was awakening the full depth of my powers, to me every step and every ounce of strength mattered Malik’s expression remaining resolute, I searched for fear in my heart and then I believed you only had to say it over and over again to get yourself to believe it and then you start to manifest it. Malik was not just beside me, he was my anchor, my shield and a reminder that it didn’t matter what we were fighting, I was never alone.