Romans & histoires Motivational Short Stories

“I honestly don’t have the patience for that and I want to write stories that would leave an impact on people. I want to write love stories for people who think they are at the edge and that there’s no way out for them. I want to tell everyone that love exists and how it can change a person’s life, if it’s the right person.” “Inspirational and romantic.” He grinned, taking my hand in his. “I like the idea.” “Maybe I can throw in a few fiction stories in the mix?” I teased. “Werewolves and vampires and an epic battle to win the girl of their dreams?” There were countless possibilities in front of me now and I wasn’t shying away from those possibilities any longer. I wanted to do so much in my

I am young and in love, so nothing is going to stop me! Th e heart convinced the hand to continue the letter with " I have something I muss tell you, something important" ' Did you finally lost it?!' The bain screamed with reason. ' Not even in your dreams will you say those worlds loudly, in front of the whole class!!' And so the hand wrote: "You are an amazing person" 'But...!' The heart tried to say in a week but painful pulse. 'Oh, please, you had already given up because we know it is madness, just go back to sleep.' The reason spoke louder, and so, the hand finesse the letter with the phrases:

Tension flowed through my body. The only thing on my mind was this: Impress them. The man in the middle picked up my file. “I can see here that you have written several stories. “Yes, sir.” “And you want to work with us?” “Yes, sir.” He leaned back slightly. “Then tell us something, Miss Molley. Why do you think storytelling is important?” For a second, my mind went blank. But then the words slowly returned. “Stories help people understand themselves,” I said. “Sometimes people cannot say how they feel, but they can see themselves in a story.”

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

Thank you from the bottom of my heart, Oh yeah, I forgot there are many other beautiful stories written by me, Mafia and billionaire - Destiny Rebirth and Love - Rebirth of love Fated mates and rejection - His unwanted mate, His unwanted human mate. Please try giving them a read as well and I am sure you will love them. With love, Author Sree.

“And you’ll love me even more when the money hits.” I flopped back against the couch, covering my eyes. “Two days,” I mumbled. “What am I even doing?” Gia nudged me with her foot. “You’re being brave. And practical. And slightly terrified, which is exactly how bad bitches grow badder.” I peeked at her through my fingers. “You’re awfully philosophical tonight.” “I’ve been watching motivational videos,” she said solemnly. “I’m practically enlightened.” That made both of us laugh until tears formed at the corners of our eyes.

Chapter 1 Mia POV The whistle cut through the air like it always did when Coach Harlan was pissed and I kept driving my legs harder even though every muscle in my body was on fire. Sweat stung my eyes, my sports bra was plastered to my tits, and my thighs felt like they were about to snap. I was the best runner on the team, the good prodigy everyone talked about, but right then I just wanted to prove I could push past my limit one more time.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

They were poor yet had eyes that twinkled like stars. I went up on stage to share my story. "I, too, once thought of giving up. I, too, once felt that there was nothing but darkness in the world. But I realized that the only way for me to shine even the smallest light in the darkness was to become stronger myself. "Do not give up on your dreams for the sake of anyone else. Never lower yourself to please another. And the reason is this—you are the main character in your own story." Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

“It won’t bе lоng bеfоrе уоu score yourself a column or a tор blog or something. Maybe you can ѕtаrt уоur оwn thіng іn the meantime? Thаt’ѕ whаt I’m ѕееіng реорlе dо. Thеу get hungrу, thеу buіld thеіr ѕuссеѕѕ rаthеr thаn wаіtіng fоr a promotion.” Shе looks at mе with doubt at fіrѕt. She’s сhurnіng around thе merit of what I ѕау. I hаtе doing it, but I’m tеѕtіng hеr rіght nоw. Sоmеthіng іn mе tеllѕ me tо kеер рuѕhіng. I need to fіnd оut exactly how motivated ѕhе іѕ to ѕuссееd.