My Struggle Series Novels & Stories

Larry was confused as to her reaction. He quickly ran to the window and saw the man climbing the steps, still holding the axe and dragging the body along. Larry instantly became frightened and in that confusion, he stumbled against a bookshelf and a flower vase fell and shattered on the harsh floor, his hair stood still as he became fidgeted as to what to do next. The door is violently kicked open and Larry stared at the unknown man standing in the doorway. The man slowly walks up to Larry who was backing up from his reach, the man sprinted up and swung his axe narrowly missing Larry's head as he ducked, losing his balance, he hit the ground and moaned in pain, the man swung the axe at him

One month, one problem! To be continued!!

My handbag fell right away. He moved close to me again, I faced him waiting for his next move. His hand on my neck, Strangling me and I struggle for air. We were high up and he holds my neck even tighter almost pushing me by the side of the staircase. I cough out struggling for oxygen. I couldn't even scream if I wanted to. His hand getting tighter,I was sure I was already red by now. He pushes my head down as I see the height from where we are. Blood rushes up to my head suddenly I was coughing again. I kept struggling,using my hand to push his hands away from my neck but no avail. After a long while that I thought I may pass out he loosen his grip and brought my head back up. His hand stil

I was in pain from having fallen, and I was also very weak from using my strength, but with him being this strange, I didn’t know where the strength came from. “Alex, what are you doing? Let go of me.” I begged as I struggled to get free, but it seemed the more I struggled, the tighter he held on to me. “Stop struggling.” He said and I gasped as I kept struggling, starting to feel pain in my stomach. “Alex, what’s wrong with you? What came over you now? Please, let go of me.” I begged as I kept struggling, but he didn’t listen to me. When I saw that the more I struggled, the more he caused me pain, I pushed him away with every last bit of my strength, but unfortunately, my legs gave way at t

I brought my elbows down against his arms, trying to break the hold, but he wouldn’t budge. “When you stop struggling, I’ll let you go.” I continued to struggle. I pulled my arms up and slammed them down on his elbows. Mac’s grip loosened a little, but he didn’t drop me. “Let me go!” I yelled at Mac. “Stop struggling.” I pulled my arms up again, trying to break his hold, but nothing I did got me free. “Fine!” I went still in Mac’s arms. “Now I’m going to set you down, don’t go after Connor.”

Grumbling to myself about the unfairness about my situation, I struggle against him, trying to get myself free from his embrace. He starts to shift as he feels me struggle against him, “What’s wrong,” He grumbles. Fuck even half asleep he sounds sexy. Fear grips my heart as I start to feel the bars I placed firmly around my heart start to give out. Desperatly I grab the crumbling walls and mash them back together. This cannot happen. I cannot fall for him I tell myself. I'll only feel pain in the end. Strengthing my already shakey resolve I push against him again. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong!?” I hiss at him. “My face is currently smushed up against you and your extremely chizzled chest and

I flushed hard—freaking burned—from my neck to my ears. “You-are you on drugs or something?! Let me go!” I struggled in his grasp and for some reason I felt no power in my limbs. What was this? I could easily break free but suddenly when it was him I could not do anything other than struggle. Could it be because of weakness due to blood loss? Whatever it was, the timing could not have been worse. I had to get away from him or my heat… What if my heat returned?! “Let go!!” I growled, this time furiously.

I rocked the chair trying to break free but I only made it worse because I fell to the ground along with the chair. Pain shot through my body when I hit the ground. I couldn’t even cry because my body was too tired to do that. I was hoping desperately that someone would come, so I would have an idea of what I got myself into. I laid on the ground helplessly until I heard a door open from behind me. The lights also came on and I heard footsteps approaching. I looked around and it looked like I was in a warehouse, an abandoned warehouse. The ground was dirty and the room was filled with abandoned barrels.

I did it because the system informed me that as long as I could successfully win Quinn's heart, I would receive a generous bonus that would allow me to live a better life. However, I'd already failed 99 times. Throughout these 99 attempts, I tried various approaches—being gentle and considerate, playing hard to get, and even going so far as to imitate Melody. But Melody would appear every time Quinn was just about to fall in love with me. As the main protagonist, he would always fall in love with her at first sight. No matter how hard I tried, I would always be the wicked wife in his eyes. Therefore, for this 100th attempt, I carefully avoided letting him and Melody meet each other.

She struggled free of the guards' hold, her hair in disarray, the whole of her like a woman possessed. "It's all you! Layla, every bit of this is your fault!" she screamed. She turned viciously, her gaze sweeping over the indifferent Eli beside her, then swinging back to glare daggers at me. "If you hadn't clung to Eli and refused to let go, why would I ever have gone to the trouble of drugging you and setting you up?" "What a fine trick you've pulled, latching onto Don Thorne and making everyone humiliate my father and me like this!"