Motivational Stories Books Novels & Stories

What would stop Suit from constantly sending Anderson to a world where he was destined and designed to lose constantly. “Don’t be so dramatic.” As if reading Anderson’s mind, Suit spoke up. “Like I said earlier, the first story was just a test run for you to understand how things work. Things will be different next. Remember, just as your actions and decisions will affect the course of the story, so will the decisions and actions of others affect yours. I’m sure you understand what I mean.” Suit smiled with a knowing smile.

“Ashley, look, these are the two books that I want you to finish as fast as you can.” Professor Connelly hands me two hard bound books in brown leather, and I can tell from the bland color of the cover that these books are going to be filled with lots of words about economics and the business world. But now I don't find them boring, instead they keep me motivated… and slowly but steadily, I have started to find the direction I was always supposed to walk towards. And I have finally started to move on from the pain that my parent's absence has been giving me, day after day, by making me cry every moment… every waking moment, whenever I used to find myself alone.

I chuckled, she must be hungry and I don't have the heart to wake her up unless she wakes up herself. I picked up the book I was reading. It's a motivational book titled 'FINDING MYSELF'. After the birth of my child, I was so down that I thought I had everything under control. I almost lost myself in the whole thing. I was glad I have Martha and Bella who helped me out through the whole process.

"That you need family money or the right last name or someone to open doors for you. I'm here to tell you that's a lie. What you need is vision, determination, and the willingness to bet everything on yourself when no one else will." The audience was leaning forward now, engaged and listening. I could feel the energy in the room shifting, could sense that I had them exactly where I wanted them. "Hart Worldwide didn't succeed because I had advantages. It succeeded because I had something to prove." I paused, letting that sink in. "And in business, there's no greater motivation than people telling you that you can't." Applause rippled through the room, and I allowed myself a small smile.

"Then the mentoring years. Letters like these prove it helps. We write honest. No holding back." Kane sat again. "Emotional parts too. The nights we doubted. How love pulled us forward. Fans in those spots need to hear that." Elias grabbed paper and pen fast. "Title ideas. Whispers of Courage. Or Full Circle on Ice. What do you think?" "Whispers of Courage fits perfect," Kane replied. "These letters are whispers back to us. Our book sends more out." They brainstormed quick, words flying. "Include the fan stories somehow," Elias suggested. "Show the impact real. Anonymously of course. Readers see the change."

“Now this one…” He shook his head, almost impressed, almost unsettled. “This one’s mad.” He leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge of the book a little tighter. There was something about this story that didn’t feel heavy like the last one. It was still intense, but cleaner. Sharper. “Man went in for a job… came out with something else entirely,” he muttered. Adam ran a hand over his chin, thinking it through. It wasn’t about control this time. Not like before. This one felt… equal. Two people walking into the same moment for completely different reasons and meeting right in the middle of it.

I drop my bag and start unpacking while Jane flops onto the mattress, kicking off her nice flip flops. "So, what's new with you? Still buried in psych books?" she asks. "Yeah, endless papers on motivation and behavior." I fold a shirt, avoiding her eyes. "It's fascinating, though. Figuring out why people do what they do." Jane grins when I look at her. "Analyze me, then. Why do I keep dating losers?" She groans. "Self-sabotage? Or bad luck," I say, winking at her. We both laugh. Jane is the bold one, always dragging me to parties or setting me up. Me? I prefer observing from the sidelines, perfect for a psych major.

My body felt so hot suddenly like someone was setting me ablaze. Breathing through my nose wasn't enough. My mouth parted on its own to let in more air. The question was so direct, so raw, so wicked "Answer me, Muna" He said my name again. That deep way he always said it. I had been tempted before to beg him to stop calling me like that, because every time he did my body reacted… But how could I explain that without sounding crazy? That his voice alone made me wet and needy?

Nathaniel said, his arm around her. "It's everything." Victoria opened the book to the first page. "For Margaret. Who taught me how to love." The reviews were glowing. Critics praised Victoria's honesty, her vulnerability, her refusal to sugarcoat the hard parts of her life. They called it a masterpiece, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. Readers wrote letters, sharing their own stories, thanking her for giving voice to their experiences. The memoir became a bestseller, a phenomenon, a gift to the world.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold: