No Longer A Pushover Novels & Stories

It’s not reacting anymore. It’s choosing.

"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.

It was an unexpected shove, executed with a desperate, furious energy that caught me entirely off guard. My feet scraped backward on the polished floor, forcing me to take several involuntary steps. I stumbled, recovering my balance quickly, but the momentary loss of control, the sheer impudence of being pushed by him, ignited a fresh inferno in my blood. No one, absolutely no one, had ever pushed me. No one had ever made me step back.

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

No longer captive. Reborn predator.

With that well-mannered and warm smile, he quickly charmed Alice's parents, and they practically pushed Alice out the door to go with him. Alice said nothing. As soon as they stepped outside, Alexander asked, "Did you submit your application?" "Yeah." His eyes lit up. "Perfect! The three of us can be together again." He reached for her hand, then pulled back halfway. His face twisted into an expression of guilt. "Alice, I'm sorry. I still can't get past the mate marking rejection disorder. But don't worry, I'll figure this out and make you my mate." Alice looked at his deceitful face and felt a surge of absurd, bitter irony. It wasn't that he couldn't. He simply didn't want to touch her.

“I feel exposed. I feel weak.” “You are not weak.” “That is easy for you to say.” He stepped closer. Close enough that I could feel him even without touching. “You are enduring something no one prepared you for,” he said. “And that is not weakness.” “Don’t try to sound kind,” I said. “It confuses me.” “Good,” he replied. “Maybe you will stop pushing me away.” “I don't push,” I said. “You loom.” His mouth twitched. “Fair point.”

eww, if someone like trixie becomes my child, don't! i simply pushed him and he sat on the floor, maybe my push got stronger. it's good for you because you're flirtatious! you deserve it you witch! "oh my gosh!! is it a pain in the vagina, why are you pushing it!? what are you doing!" end of flashback _

I should have no reason to refuse. I took a deep breath and pushed the cards back to him. "Thanks, but no thanks." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I don't think refusing is your best move here." The coffee here probably wasn't bad, but I couldn't taste a thing. I stood up, and he tilted his head to look at me. "I just don't want to be your girlfriend, that's all." He looked shocked for a moment, then smiled. "Really? How naive of you, Miss Landers."