My Struggle Series Novels & Stories

She was smiling at me like nothing was wrong, her arm linked through mine. “Come on, Haley,” she said sweetly. “It’s our turn.” I forced a stiff smile. “Okay.” As soon as we boarded, Dulcie’s phone rang. She shot me a guilty look, then made an excuse about needing to use the bathroom. I nodded. “Okay.” Then I started looking over my berth. I remembered that the upper berth across from mine belonged to a difficult older woman. In my previous life, Dulcie had gotten into a fight with her husband, Wallace Lambert, and wanted to get away for a few days to clear her head.

I made a plate of pasta. The steam fogged up the window, like someone's tear-streaked face. As long as I could still work and get food on my table, I wouldn't step foot in that hospital. After all, my life mattered too. After that day, I blocked everyone's contact numbers. Six months later, I paid off the last of my debt. It was what I had earned from working three jobs. I worked during the day, drove at night, and squeezed in online part-time work whenever I could.

He shoved me to the ground and a cry escaped my lips, tears blurring my vision. “And struggles till the very end” he smirked cruelly, eyeing me like a prey in a hunt. My breathing became erratic as he ripped off his trousers, and pounces on me, tearing off my blouse. “Let go!! Let go!!” I yelled with everything in me as I struggle beneath me. But he's just too strong. I’ve always been so weak. Too weak. I couldn't even shift. I couldn't even hold my own against an omega.

“I can make you CEO of one of my companies if you just sleep with me, let me…” I slap his pale face hard; my fingers leave clear marks on his skin. The man becomes enraged, his nostrils flaring. I step back now in fear and try to move away from him. He grabs me by the hips, pressing my body against his. I scream as loudly as I can, trying to overpower the loud music blasting from the speakers. He slides his hand under my dress, caresses my leg, then moves it upward and squeezes my breasts through my clothes. I struggle. I beg. I fight. I bite him. I scream. When I feel my strength leaving me, a strong pull throws him to the floor. Petrified, I hug myself, my trembling body aching, my skin bu

It had been a long and exhausting day. To say it was grueling would be an understatement. I’m completely exhausted. The jet lag is setting in, and the heat is making me dizzy. I’m bummed that I wasn’t able to take a tour of the town to appreciate its beauty, but I believe I’ll be in for more than a migraine if I stay with Ivy. My younger sister is a real pain in the neck. I dropped myself into the bed with a heavy sigh, my mind racing with things. Earlier, it was quite humiliating. Ivy had to holler that I like guys because the ‘pick me’ girls have begun to appear. It was, nevertheless, a good riddance. I can’t say I blame her for that. People who act as if they are so different from everyon

I chastised myself and struggled against his hold. “You know what happens when you struggle. Don’t you?” I suddenly remembered our encounter on Monday. “There’s nothing stopping me now. You should know. ” He continued in his deep, hoarse voice in my ear and I froze. “Good girl.” He patted my hair. I pressed down the will to break free from his hold. We both new a physical struggle will get me nowhere. He was far stronger than me. “Open up” He held the salivating steak to my mouth.

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

Worth the fight AIDEN The struggle within me raged on. I didn't know whether to be angry and let the growling beast inside me out or rather stay calm and negotiate with the enemy. Would it ever cease? Why must my existence be fraught with such relentless drama and chaos? My life's narrative has been a series of calamitous events - my father's absence due to his sickness, my mother's slow heartbreak as she watched the love of her life dying bit by bit for decades, and the crushing rejection of my first mate.

Elise With the help of my phone navigator, I was able to get to the address without much hassle. However, the area was secluded to my liking. It was dark and quite. If someone murdered a person, no one will be able to tell. I tried not let the quiteness and darkness get to me as I furthered my way towards the shop with the 'Devine Automibe' written at the top. The transparent door was conciously locked that I almost thought the place is vacant until it was abruptly opened. An elderly man's face surfaces.

He only regards me with those cold, inscrutable eyes, his head tilted to one side like he's trying to figure me out. I guess we'll have to do this the hard way. I struggle and kick against him, looking for a way out. His stiffens, letting out a low curse, something about my breasts rubbing against him, and I freeze. I look down at the point where our bodies meet, horrified to find that we're completely stuck together, my chest to his, his hips against my stomach. My almost bare breasts rubs repeatedly against his chest during the course of my struggles. I flush crimson.