No Longer A Pushover Novels & Stories

Trying to push further in. “No,” I say. Not to Ezra. Not to Matteo. To it. The response is immediate. Interest spikes. Resistance noted. Adaptation initiated. It learns from the rejection. From the pushback. From the boundary. And it changes. The pressure shifts. Less direct. More subtle. Instead of pushing the fracture wider— It begins to pull. Gently. Carefully. On one side of me. The side that leaned toward it. The side that understood. The side that said I want more.

There is still a dull throb, reminding me as much as I try to be okay, I’m not. One thing I am not going to do is wallow in self pity. So what, the dick head Alpha rejected me. That’s fine. No biggie. I am going to move on and get stronger. I will continuously work to grow in strength…and the bond is still there. I remember my words before I passed out. Actually, I don’t know if I knew what I was saying in the moment, but I’m glad I said them. The ass can rot in hell. I desperately hope he felt at least a quarter of the pain Athena and I felt after the rejection.

I said closing the door and walked outside. “I was already faulted as not a good person when I was living alone there for few years and you coming to my house at evening were not such a big deal. But here I have three sisters who are not kids. I don’t want anyone to talk bad about them so I think it is better if you leave and not come here again.” I said calmly. He smiled not little smiles which he usually gives but a big complete smile and said “How can you make me get attracted to you even more by every passing second?”

His voice was raised, with a sharp biting tone that cut through the air. "Are you really saying all this right now?" Paula's voice trembled with disbelief and anger, her voice dripping with indignation. "I don't need your pity, Len. I don't need your f*cking pity! Just go back and tell your woman not to mess with me anymore! I'm not someone I used to be, I can fight back now! Tell her to stay away from me and you too, stay as far away from me!" "There is nothing between us! There has never been anything between us!" Len shot back.

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."

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

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.

When your sincerest feelings are trampled on, the pain is truly unbearable of such an experience. "Rather than thinking about the past, look at the present. Even if Noah worked so hard and was always tired because of lack of sleep, he was always energetic and hopeful. He pulled through everything. And now, he is even willing to embrace a new relationship when he felt it was the right time."

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.

My heart sunk and my shoulders fell with every paragraph I read. "I DO NOT KNOW WHAT TRICKS YOU HAVE UP YOUR SLEEVE, SOPHIA. BUT I, ALPHA ASHER MORRIS, DENY YOUR CLAIMS. I WILL HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH WHATEVER IT IS YOU CLAIM YOU CARRY. AND IF IT IS AT ALL TRUE, THEN IT IS A THREAT TO THE FAMILY I INTEND TO BUILD WITH ADELINE, A THREAT THAT CANNOT REAR ITS HEAD. THEREFORE, IF YOU WANT TO LIVE TO SEE YOUR BABY, YOU WOULD LEAVE DARK MOON TONIGHT.