Motivational Short Stories Novels & Stories

“I believe in you but what’s important is do you believe in yourself?” “I do.” “That’s what matters. As long as you believe in yourself, everyone’s opinions don’t matter.” “Do you think so?” “I know so.” “I have written a lot of short stories which i haven’t shown to anyone.” “Really?” “Yes.” “I would love to read them.” “I’m excited about the new story i thought of.” “What is it about?” “It’s about the most notorious crime family in Zambia.” “That sounds interesting.” “I don’t know where the idea came from but each and every day, it grows stronger,” Ludo smiled.

Her words flowed effortlessly, painting a new story—the story of Theo and Mama Hazel, of nighttime adventures and endless dreams, of love that knew no bounds and a bond that transcended the ordinary. As she penned the final lines of the story, a sense of peace settled within Mama Hazel. The power of storytelling had once again worked its magic, not only in Theo's dreams but also in her own heart, reaffirming the timeless truth that the greatest stories are those written with love, shared with joy, and woven into the fabric of our lives.

"When we speak to those thousands of people at the Learning Orbit events, don't you feel for those people? Here they are, spending time and money to listen to us. While some are already rich and some will become rich, many will face lives of constant financial struggle. "That breaks my heart." "Maybe this is what you need to write about," said Fidel. "Maybe people need to know why you want them to be successful. What your concerns are." "Also," interjected Anita, "why you two keep working even though you don't have to. You both have enough money, but you're not planning to retire. Why not write about what keeps you going… what really drives you. Isn't motivation more important than money?"

Why does she feel like a stranger when she stares at the busy street of Athens, she wants to be like one of them and without learning their language, she will never be one of them. Lucky her, Hussain did try to teach her but damn, the language was not as easy as she thought it will be. She could only get the basic things like please and thank you. "What are you thinking about my love?" Hussain asked kissing the crock of her neck. That was her weak point and he knew it but he decided to be using it against her.

“Always be vocal, and if he won't listen, kick him out of the bed.” “How about a compromise?” she asked. “If you're going to enjoy it. Next.” “Two: I learnt that having an orgasm is not a bad thing.” “Alas, it's not. It's a damned good thing.” “I learnt that I shouldn't be afraid to try new things. Like the Bdsm thing. Even though we stopped somewhere and didn't go all the way.” He was nodding. “Good, good.” “I learnt that I should not liken myself to pornstars because they're too good to be true.”

Rising again is learning that the greatest love story… is the one you write with yourself. I hope these parts will be helpful.

Thank you for supporting my story, I couldn't thank you enough for the amount of love you're giving to this story and to my other stories. When I started writing stories, it was just for fun, it's my escape from reality, I am at ease when I'm creating stories inside my head. The characters I made were all part of me, their personality mirrors mine and that is my own way of loving myself cause in reality, loving myself is so hard, I always put others first before myself. People who read and appreciate all my works and efforts are close to my heart even though I don't know you guys personally. May God bless all of us.

He immediately said: -Yes, if there is no problem. Karina had already solved her transportation problem, but there was another problem, she didn't like Joel even a little bit, so for her it was a great sacrifice to be with him, he wasn't a nice kisser, it seemed that he wanted to eat her, he was very long-handed, so she had to keep him at bay constantly, she had to go through that ordeal for three years, But nothing was going to stop her to continue studying and get ahead, although her mother did not help at all and on the contrary, hindered everything at every step she took her mother put a stone, which she managed to jump after she finished studying, as she was very eager to study, her tea

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He narrowed his eyes at me. "This far?" I asked. "You've not made any progress whatsoever." "I can stay on for more than ten seconds. That's a win." He said. "If I gave up on everything I thought I wasn't good at, or quit everytime something didn't go my way, I wouldn't be where I am today or who I am." "Touching speech. We could do a group activity for future motivational writers tomorrow. Do you think they offer that here?" He smiled. "They had better."