My Struggle Series Novels & Stories

At the start of the month, my heat had been so painful I curled up in bed, begging Leon to help me buy suppressants and painkillers. However, he’d only frown. “I’m an Alpha. How can I go out and buy that kind of thing? “You were the one who dismissed all the servants. And now you expect me to do things for you? “Every she-wolf goes through this. Just endure it. Why make it such a hassle?” When I came to myself, Leon was already carrying Ella into the bedroom. I withdrew my gaze, forcing down the faint ache in my chest. Then I picked up my phone and contacted the Beta who had been trying to recruit me to the North.

Mister Henan asked. “We have a strange relationship since we grew up away from each other,” I said. “But when Miracle left our house, I tried my best to reach out as much as I could to keep our relationship close to each other. We already have an awkward relationship with the eldest so I don’t want that to happen between me and Miracle.”

"You're coming back today whether you like it or not!" His grip was brutal, sending a sharp burst of pain through my arm. "Let go of me!" I wrenched my arm violently, but I couldn't break free. "Cody, let go!" Instead of releasing me, he tightened his grip, dragging me toward the stairwell. Panicking, I used my free hand to claw at his fingers. He winced in pain and fiercely shoved me away. I stumbled back a few steps, crashing hard against the wall. Before I could even find my footing, Cody suddenly spun around and slapped me across the face.

I pulled the ring but it's stuck. I looked down to my ring finger and tried to pull it again but it's stuck. I pulled it hard until my finger turned red. "It's stuck." I said and he looked at the ring. "What?" "It's stuck, Jayson." I looked at him annoyed. He grabbed my hand and tried to pull the ring but it's stuck. I could see my finger turning blue when he pulled as hard as he can. "How can it be-" "You're the one who put it on me and drag me to your own life drama. Don't even think about blaming me!" I said looking at him ready to murder the man.

Nothing compared to the laughter of Micah or Lukas when they rode on their grandpa’s back. Quickly postponing a few things, I headed home. After years of wallowing in misery I didn’t deserve, now it was time for me to relish the love. Happiness was all mine. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR Thank you so much for reading Resisting Her. It took me a lot of time to get this book out since the release of the Getting Over Him in January 2019 because of some personal issues that threw me off balance. This story is so close to my heart, because this is so relatable to my personal life, excluding fictional twists to keep you entertained, while the core remains betrayal and moving on. Check out Getting Over Hi

I'm already going crazy thinking about him and now he's here again, in front of my eyes. It's okay, I won't look at him. So simple! Yes, I can do this. I decided to not look at him and started talking with Vikas and Anu. I'm not understanding what they're talking about because my mind is somewhere else, Idiot. My mind is asking me to look at him and I'm fighting with it that I won't look at him. Isn't it funny? I'm fighting with my stupid mind. It is so damn difficult to resist him. What to do?

We all just stand as we all are guilty of some unknown crime. Dhruv didn't stand properly. He inclined left and right so geshu propelled on his knee, as mom was standing in front he wasn't able to shout. David tries to capture some scenes of them but he can't. Her words made my heart freaking as I wasn't able to understand, different kinds of feelings tightening my heart. Khushi kept her book aside but it fell on David.

He was at a loss and was completely shattered. The issues mounted, a relentless tide of problems that threatened to engulf him, and Vicky felt himself adrift, unsure of how to stem the chaos. After Three Months One fateful night, as the weight of his struggles became almost too much to bear, Vicky's exhaustion gave way to despair, and he fell to his knees, his hands clasped together in a fervent prayer, pleading for guidance, for a lifeline to cling to, as he begged for the utmost strength to survive the turmoil that had become his life.

His breathing rasped, hoarse and ragged, echoing louder than the pounding of my pulse. I tried to run. But my legs refused to obey. They trembled, buckled beneath me, sending me crashing to the ground in a clumsy sprawl. Grass stuck to my damp palms as I clawed at the earth, scrambling for anything—anything—to defend myself. Nothing. Just mud. I grabbed a handful, hurling it blindly at him. The clump struck his cheek and smeared down his face. He didn’t even blink. The blade rose. I watched, helpless, as the machete glinted above me, the weight of it dragging my gaze like a magnet.

He threw his t-shirt at me and then moved to the door"Meet Me in the Kitchen." After he left, I came down from the bed and properly checked myself. If something happened, I should know right? I should feel weird down there, right? So why can't I? Is this also normal? Gosh! I'm going insane. What should I do now? I went into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and pondered over what happened last night. But, no matter how hard I try, I could only get flashes. The first one was when all the staff were taking shots. Hayden and I were amongst them we were the last man standing. So we competed with each other by taking many glasses of alcohol.