No Longer A Pushover Novels & Stories

I replied and reluctantly shook his large hand. As he squeezed it, I silently prayed that this wouldn’t be yet another huge mistake that I’d make. I had to add, “You know…we’re not children anymore, Alaric,” He scoffed. “Clearly, Lucy. You don’t have to remind me of that.” “So then you also realize that the friendship we had, it’s over, and we’ll never be friends again. This is strictly business to help my family.” “You think I care about being your friend again?” He scowled. “That I’d even want to be your friend again?” he laughed. “No big loss for me, Lucy. In fact, not being friends makes this far easier for me.”

This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

She pushed her arm into my neck once more before removing it. I was free but the pain remained. I grabbed my backpack and took off running. I didn’t bother staying for my last class.

"Just a little harder push off and you will have it, right?" Carla just screamed. "Who the fuck are you, man?" she added in frustration, taking me aback. She advanced on me, "Look, until this spring, you have always been this great friend, who was funny, smart, and knew your limitations. Now, you are this god-damned force of nature, who thinks he can do anything if he just decides he is going do it. You even had Peter believing in that yesterday. Kid had no business running that guy down from as far back as he was." "He still lost," I replied crankily.

He slid into the chair across from me, taking a slow breath before speaking. “I’m sorry,” he said, voice low. “I should have been there. For you. For everything. I—” I raised a hand to stop him. “Say what you have to, but make it quick,” I said firmly. My tone was calm, but my eyes betrayed the curiosity and caution I felt. He nodded again, swallowing hard. “You’ve grown stronger than I ever imagined. You’re not a pushover anymore. You’re… you’re no longer the girl who would fight for love and let herself be trampled.”

Ping added quietly, “…there’s no going back.”

"Since you’re my parents, shouldn’t you compensate me a little? I’ve suffered so much all these years. It can’t all be for nothing." Sophia lay on the ground, blood still streaming from her forehead. Hearing this, she looked up in disbelief. "How can you only think about money? I’m your mother!" "Mother?" Tom let out a scornful laugh. "Who was it that dumped me at a welfare home and ignored me all these years? Now you suddenly remember I’m your son? Too late!" He stepped forward and stared at the watch still on Sebastian’s wrist, the one that hadn’t been stolen earlier.

Whitney remained silent. Nine months later,, Whitney one more push. You are almost there. The doctors encouraged her. She had already pushed countless times .She was sweaty and tired already. " Mmmmmmm!" She pushed so hard this time.She took a deep breath and pushed again this time crying so loud. " Oooh! It hurts " She said, " One more time " The doctor said Whitney pushed, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks when she heard the cry of her little baby.

"After all, we did have two years of 'history' between us, and I did… I did once have a tiny bit of genuine feeling for you." He paused, his tone growing even colder. "This blow was just to pay you back for Brynn. Let's part on good terms. You and I, we're not wolves cut from the same cloth, you and I. The Luna position of the Howling Moon Pack… you're not worthy of it." Brynn, sheltered behind Ryker, still seemed unsatisfied.

"Summer, Audrey won't even look at me anymore. She's gone back overseas. You're all I have left. I swear, I've changed. Just tell me what to do. I'll do anything. Just come back to me." He pulled out a legal document with shaking hands. "I've signed over everything—my mother's inheritance, the Lenza family. I'll let you run it with me. Or without me. Please, just give me one more chance. Even if you don't love me… take it for the money. Just don't leave me." I looked at him, kneeling there like a broken man. And I saw it—his regret was real. But I wasn't the same woman anymore. I no longer softened at the sight of his tears. I wasn't moved by apologies or promises. I didn't believe in the il