No Longer A Pushover Novels & Stories

Her arms were beginning to ache, "Can you...let go, please?" "Make me," He dared her, "Push me away then." She couldn't help but think what he had just said be the stupidest of things he had ever suggested for her to do. Push him away? The last time she checked, he was a guy rippled with muscles and ten times stronger than she will ever be. Not to mention he was bloody Michael Collins; if Alphas around the world couldn't defeat him, how was she supposed to? Five feet two tiny girl who couldn't do a push even if she tried. Yet, she still persuaded herself to try and push him away. It was hard, demanding. One, because he had both her hands trapped under his own. Two, her body was losing contro

not vulnerable. occupied. by something it couldn’t replace. zayden pushed back. hard. not controlled. not calculated. pure instinct. pure will. and for one moment It worked. the connection broke. clean. the thing pulled back. denied again. zayden staggered. Just slightly. but he didn’t fall. didn’t break. he stayed standing. his hand still in mine. his presence fully his again. “Still here,” he said.

Tobias shot me a suspicious look, but when he realized I wasn't going to make a scene or resort to any of my usual hysterics, a look of relief washed over his face. "That's more like it," he said, sounding pleased. "Whitney is your sister. Wouldn't it be better if you two just got along? The past is in the past." I forced a small smile, trying not to seem hurt. In two days, I would be gone forever, and none of this would matter to me anymore.

"The contracts are already signed. The merger depends on this marriage. If you pull out now, you don't just embarrass this family but also destroy it." I held his gaze. My hands stayed at my sides, I let my chin tremble slightly. His eyes narrowed. "You're being emotional," he said. "You had a fall today. You're not thinking clearly." I almost smiled. That was exactly what I'd counted on. They would always find a reason to dismiss me. It was either I was too emotional, too confused, too damaged to know what was good for me. For now I'll let them think that. Caroline rose from the sofa, smoothing her skirt with the practiced elegance of a woman who had never done anything ungracefully in her

It builds and builds until there is nothing else, no thought, no pride, no anger, just the desperate need for it to end. I lose count of how many times I cry out. I lose count of how many times Greta tells me to breathe. At some point, someone tells me to push. I shake my head weakly, tears slipping down my temples. “I can’t,” I say, my voice barely audible. “You can,” Greta insists, her voice unwavering. “One more push, Anastasia. Just one more.” I gather what little strength I have left. And I push. The pain is unbearable, blinding, all-consuming.

“Still no direct strike.” Blake ran a hand through his hair. “…They’re trying to break you.” I shook my head slightly. “No.” A pause. “They’re trying to separate us.” The Truth And that meant— They would keep pushing— Until something gave. The Decision So I made one. Not reactive. Not defensive. The Shift “Enough,” I said quietly. The Break The moment the word left my lips— Everything changed. The Push Back The pressure— Stopped. Not faded. Not weakened. Stopped.

Wardrick said, sounding apprehensive. "goodbye? What do you mean by that?” Norval asked, perplexed. "Well, I don't think I'll be able to participate in the trial any longer. I just don't think I'll be the proper fit,” Wardic added. Norval got off the bed and sat on its edge. "and who informed you you're not the proper fit. I have seen you battle, you might very literally be the strongest participant in this trial. no one has ever pushed me to the edge like that,” Norval praised him. but his compliments seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Noah replied calmly, his expression remaining unchanged as he knew that his son was the only one able to compete with him. But he wasn't bothered with that. By then, he would have grown old and retired, so that would be Samuel's cross to carry. For now, he should relax and enjoy his fame, wealth, and power in the city.

"Khanza, you—" "Bro, I'm tired of taking my medicine. I am tired. The medicines did not help me to heal at all, only lessened the pain and prevented the attack from happening. My heart is getting weaker day by day, I'm sure of that. So, it won't have any effect even if I don't take the medicine." "But, Za—"

Pfft, guess her brain's got a problem with her. I could still hear some of her complaints as the doors closed. "What the actual fuck. She pushed me first! That fucker! He should be fucking glad that a woman like me is fucking flirting with him. An ungrateful fucker!" I raised an eyebrow at her. Disgusting. And she even calls herself a woman? Kids these days.