My Struggle Series 소설 & 이야기

"Also known as 'The Lady in Red', and the 'Heroine of the Emerson River Rescue'. The same girl that's trying to raise enough money to expand a hospital; and all of this as a senior in high school. It appears that you're trying to keep the daughter of the next governor of this state away from Steve Hammer. It even looks like you're ready to fight, if necessary. All of this for that bloody guy sitting behind you, Ms. Anderson? Or may I call you Gwen?" A couple of the onlookers gasped at Amber's declaration and Gwen's defiant reaction to her presence. Other than that, there was total silence in the locker room. Gwen raised her chin and took a small step closer to the redhead. The two women were

After all, she desperately needed the job. Unfortunately, after being harassed by loan sharks, drug dealers, and even members of the mafia, Red was almost always prepared for a fight. If some random guy approached her because they found her as easy prey, they were wrong. Three hospitalized men, and one pending court case proved her ability to defend herself. After a bit more of walking, Red saw their office in the distance. Not being harassed by anyone else, Red heaved a sigh of relief. She didn’t want another court case.

Margaret was initially quite helpful, she went out of her way to find a cure for Irene's infertility. She found various weird prescriptions for Irene. Irene, on the other hand, was quite cooperative as well. But two years went by and Irene's condition didn't seem to improve. Margaret's patience grew thin and she began to say hurtful things. The first fight between Irene and Margaret occurred when Irene talked back to Margaret for the first time. Margaret was so irate that she started thrashing the house and flinging things everywhere. The pressure on Irene was overwhelming. On top of that, Margaret was being stubborn and unreasonable.

I strain against my binds, again, if only I could just… It was useless, but I was unwilling to give up. The conundrum was sending me into a spiraling anger of anxiety and lashing out. Thrashing my arms and legs as hard as I could. Adrenalin propelled through me despite the headache and bodily grogginess. I was desperate. Abruptly I stop struggling when I feel the post that holds my right leg in place, loosen. Wild thoughts fly around my head as I still my thrashing and wonder, “If I could...”

I struggled hard from the hand of the driver but he was stronger than me. I was dragged towards a place I don’t know and I heard a soft voice say with smells of Cigar everywhere. “Leave her alone and go,” he said. I began to struggle and I fell on my body and I paused. I struggled to stand up but it wasn’t easy because my hands were bound even my leg and my eyes were blindfolded. I felt his hand around me with the smoke of his cigarette blown into my face. “ Why are you struggling when you are home? He says softly.

He shifted his weight, freed himself from my grip and pinned me down instead. “Get the… fuck off me” I struggled, kicking and clawing and fighting and biting. Brian didn't say a thing. He just held me there, towering over me on the bed while I struggled until I ran out of strength. And even then, I just kept struggling. When I couldn't do any more… pain welled up inside me, climaxing as tears behind my eyes. Like hell I'd cry in front of him. I steeled myself, steadying my breath, stilling my nerves, trying to bring some sense of calm back into me.

"These straws decide life and death. The short straw represents the younger son. The long straw represents the older son. If one breaks, it means that soul has been destroyed." Now the long straw that represented me had broken. Amanda quickly picked it up. Her hands were shaking. She looked helplessly at Carla and Mick. "If the straw broke, does that mean Harry's soul..." "That's impossible!" Carla immediately cut her off. Even though fear filled her heart, she desperately tried to comfort herself. "Everything has been fine for all these years. How could something suddenly..." She took a deep breath. But she couldn't finish the sentence. Standing at the doorway, Simon had seen everything. Hi

No way would I let it go without a struggle in my family's company. I knew with Alex, we could do this together. We would save my family's company and secure our future. The auction may be intense, but I was more intense. I would fight to get what was rightfully mine, no matter what fate would have it.

I don't bother pulling anymore. The first hour — was it an hour? — I'd tested the restraints. Pulled and twisted and fought with what little leverage I had, driven by some primal need to struggle, to resist, to prove that I wasn't broken yet. But the chains were solid, the locks professional, the angles calculated for maximum helplessness. There's no dignity left in the struggle. Not after what he took. Not after the way he'd looked at me — not with lust or desire, but with something colder. Clinical. Like I was a problem to be solved, a point to be made, a lesson to be taught to an audience of one.

I started to struggle, but it was no use. The stones slam into the bottom of the lake, causing dirt to fly up around me. I squinted through the murky water, my heart hammering intensely as I pulled at the ties around my wrists, the unforgiving material immediately cutting into me painfully. I struggled as my chest started to tighten painfully. There was no way I could get out of here without help.