No Longer A Pushover Novels & Stories

Because that’s all it had Precision And now It’s slipping The Final Push I focus everything The system The connections The change The unpredictability And I push Not against it But beyond it Expanding Becoming more Becoming something new again The presence reacts violently For the first time Not controlled Not precise Disrupted The system pulses Stronger than ever And I feel it clearly We’re not just surviving anymore We’re winning Not by force Not by control But by becoming something it can’t erase ************************************************* Just as the momentum shifts The presence stops Completely Not retreating Not attacking Still Too still My breath slows “…That’s not good.” Theodo

"Look, it has your name engraved on it. Just say the word, and I'll handle the paperwork to transfer you back to Moonshadow Academy immediately. We can go back to how things used to be." Alice stared at him, and bitter amusement flickered in her eyes. "Alexander, what makes you think I'd transfer schools for you?" The look in her eyes made him stumble back a step. "Didn't you say we were going to be together forever? Why have you changed your mind now?" "I changed?" Alice's voice was measured, deliberate. "Where were you when I was hit by that car? Where were you when I was abandoned in the dark and bitten by a snake? And where were you when I was drowning and fighting for my life?"

Naneun i norael bureumyeo Neoege doragal geoya Areumdawossdeon geudael Dasi bol su issdamyeon Neowa i norael deureumyeo Majimak chumeul chul geoya I sunganeul gieokhae Eonjekkajirado Just one last dance We sang louder, not caring about how horrible our voices may sound. We just sang like nothing else mattered. To be honest, even if Alexander wasn’t my mate I would have had a good time with him. He would have changed the routine of my days. I don’t know how he does it but he has that power to make an ordinary moment into an unforgettable one.

Still, the small gesture made the choice feel cleaner. He talked until his eyes grew heavy. When he nodded off, I let him curl up on the edge of the bed, covered him, and carefully stood. My body protested, but I needed a minute alone. I stepped out to the bathroom. On my way back I stopped outside the ward door. Low voices carried from inside. “I’m more irritated than ever,” Nova was saying. “Everyone’s praising her motherly instincts. Some people are even shading me. I think she did it for attention.”

My fingerprint had never been given a permanent place in Haiden Buckley's smart lock. He always registered it as temporary access. Whenever he set it up again, he gave me the same reassuring promise. "Come by whenever you want. You're always welcome here." His words sounded generous, yet the result never changed. Whenever I returned to his house, the scanner rejected me with the same message—fingerprint not registered. That day was no different. I stood outside Haiden's front door, watching the scanner flash red after rejecting my fingerprint once again. After staring at it for a moment, I pulled out my phone and called him. Haiden answered almost immediately. His apology came easi

Calluses rough against my skin. “I don’t need pity,” he said, voice low. I met his eyes. Up close they were even bluer, stormier. “Good. Because I don’t do pity. I do results. And right now your knee is telling me it’s terrified you’re never playing again.” I leaned in a fraction, keeping my tone steady. “But I’m not. So you can push me away all you want, Hale. I’ve got nowhere else to be.” His grip lingered half a second longer than it needed to. Then he let go like I’d burned him.

--- --- And nodded slightly. --- --- Because it was. --- --- It really was. --- --- And as she set her phone down— --- Leaning back into the quiet of her space— --- She realized something important. --- --- The past didn’t have a hold on her anymore. --- --- Not because it disappeared. --- --- But because she had outgrown it. --- --- And when you outgrow something— --- --- You don’t go back. --- --- You move forward. --- --- Stronger. --- --- Clearer. --- --- And finally— --- Free. --- ---

I added in, quietly, trying not to sound desperate or anything—especially not insecure. “No way, man. I’ve just started the push and pull. I won’t be ending this shit anytime soon,” he responded. The words sounded firm and final to me. “The fuck do you mean by that? I said we start, we start—and if I say we end this shit, we should,” I muttered, the words sticking up to my throat, my frown growing even wider.

"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.

I had always appreciated his candor, but tonight it felt like a knife slid just beneath my ribs. “I am not a Luna anymore,” I replied, my voice calm, deliberate. “I do not have to think about such things. I am here to show peace. There are no hard feelings.” He snorted, unimpressed. “Of course there aren’t. You traded up to Alpha Aldric. I would not be upset either. He is the upgrade of the century. Turned down my very own daughter, but I can see why. You're stunning.”