Motivational Short Stories Novels & Stories

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He didn't get his love but her words of motivation for his job let him go on in his life Her separation made him obedience to his job and country It was the cold night of December, the snow fall was enough to freeze anyone's blood to death The headquarters got information about a terror attack which were planned His team were in charge to stop the attack They couldn't stop the attack but got the hold of the terrorists still while thinking about the innocent lives that were lost in the attack he fell into depression, he couldn't focused on anything, couldn't do his job properly Not wanting to mess everything again he resigned from his position At that time his brother supported him alot, if i

“I am in pain. He is too much. I am scared he will break me.” The woman reached out and took my hand, squeezing it. “We know it is hard. But you are the only one who has lasted this long with him. Most girls break after the first hour. You are special. Strong. We will add five thousand dollars to your payment. Seventy-five thousand total. Cash. Just stay until tomorrow night. Satisfy him one more time so he fights again. That is all we ask.”

“You want your story? You come back tomorrow night after my next fight. And you bring that ass ready for me again.” I stood there naked, wrecked, cum leaking out of me, cock still twitching. I had come for a story. Instead, I had just become the underground fighter’s personal prize. And I already knew I would be back tomorrow.

We traveled far and wide, meeting inspiring individuals who shared their stories of resilience and triumph. Every success story we encountered, every life touched by our efforts, reaffirmed our belief in the power of unity and compassion. We celebrated the small victories—the student who received a scholarship to a prestigious university, the entrepreneur who turned their passion into a thriving business, the artist whose work touched the hearts of millions.

"You know, one of the reasons why I love working here so much is that I get to see the customers smile. Some of them come here feeling all kinds of negative emotions, but after drinking a cup of coffee and talking with other people, they're back to smiling like nothing ever happened. It makes me happy knowing that they're happy because of the environment here, and that applies to you too. Smiling suits you more, so you can just talk about what's troubling you. I won't listen if you don't want to. You can just pretend I'm a wall." "What's with that?" I asked as I chuckled. I can't say I wasn't tempted by what he said. I agree that telling somebody might make me feel less worried, but is it re

"This means more to me than words can express." With renewed determination, Katie began using the journal to chronicle the stories of the individuals she had helped. Each entry was filled with heartfelt reflections, capturing the essence of their struggles and the triumphs they had achieved. The journal became a testament to the power of resilience, self-discovery, and the transformative nature of love.

We barely moved at the end, just rocking together until we both came quietly, foreheads pressed together. After that we actually talked. She told me about her last relationship, some guy who got jealous of her job and her friends and everything that wasn’t him. How the VR had started as an escape and turned into something she looked forward to more than anything else in her week. I told her about feeling stuck, like my life was on autopilot until that first night with Lira. With her. “I don’t want this to be just a weekend thing,” I said. It came out rougher than I meant.

“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.

Writing may begin with an author, but a story truly comes alive because of its readers. Like the characters within these pages, this journey was not without its challenges. There were moments of doubt, moments of exhaustion, and moments where continuing felt difficult. But each time I saw a comment, a review, or a reader expressing how the story made them feel, I was reminded why I started. Your encouragement gave me strength, motivation, and purpose.