No Longer A Pushover Novels & Stories

On day ten of our cold war, Barry posted a pic—him and Lyla, locked in a kiss. His 'one true love.' I sent in my study abroad application without a word. At our grad party, he strolled in with Lyla, fingers laced with hers, looking at her with all his affection. A friend hesitated. "But what about Amelia? She loves you. You guys are getting married." Barry smirked. "She was just a stand-in. Now that Lyla's back, my fiancée should change too." So I slipped off the ring, handed it over, and disappeared. And he lost it. Tore through everything trying to find me. Years later, he finally did. Saw me with my husband, picking out baby supplies. His eyes went red. "Amelia, come back

She wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

Not yet. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot.

Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.

Not home. Not yet.

not now and not ever. I have had my fair share of rejections and I didn't want my reality to get so upturned anymore. Even though it would be going back on my words and doing something to earn love, the events of my life recently have equipped me with the ruthlessness and bruteness to do that, and in an unapologetic manner too. So I was confident of the fact that I could carry out things with ruthlessness

Just not yet. ***

I won't let this go. To be continued

Not ever. ---

Their push-ups were perfectly in sync as neither were willing to concede. On the other hand, Harold barely managed a couple of push-ups before collapsing onto the ground, completely drained. Rosalie screeched, "Get up!" Harold feebly waved a hand. "You're too heavy. I can't lift myself." Rosalie's face turned red with fury. "It's because Paisley gained weight again, isn't it? I told you to eat less!" Paisley merely kept her head down, too afraid to argue back.