No Longer A Pushover Novels & Stories

And somehow, I still haven’t been pushed to my breaking point. Pathetic.

She began again and I looked at her face intently without any emotion. I am trying my best to intimidate her, alright? Damn, I already forgot how to. Well, I have already resigned as the loftiest bee in our previous school when I left here. And, no, I'm not planning to be one back. I'm a different person now. A better one.

I heard him curse himself when he saw the red mark on my arm. He lowered his face, but before he could brush his lips to mine, I pushed him. I was too consumed with anger and fear that all I wanted was to run away as far from him as possible. Maybe I went back in time to realize that I have a bearable life after all. Maybe this was God’s way of telling me I should stop complaining and enjoy my remaining time on earth. If I go back to my 55-year-old body, I still do not wish for long life.

Shirly teased. " Don't be ridiculous. Past is past . Let's move on guys .You are the only ones that are stock in the past. Him taking the exam isn't for me but for himself and his family of course. Izzy and Shirly looked at each other and grinned. "Are you really over it?" Izzy asked. I am also asking that same question to myself. Up to now, I am not sure of my answer but I kept telling myself that I have to moved on because I am afraid to be hurt again.

Smiling at Claudia, Tom almost forgot to sing, but Liam came from behind him and pushed him to the microphone with his shoulder, laughing as Walt rolled his eyes. "Oh, and all we really need Is something better than what we’ve done Start a new life Stop waiting for it to come I know that you can save this. Tonight is our night Let’s forget about the sun And old tomorrows We’ll forgive our hearts for beating numb Forget about the pain and all our sorrows. Tonight we come undone." Jim found Silvia’s eyes to sing, not with her but rather to her, like those around them noticed. "Don’t ever sell yourself Don’t ever let this go

“It was about sown oats and thank God I’m at least Catholic.” His fingers gripped the skirt of my dress as his head shook from side to side. “I see the world differently than others do. The world is changing. That means our parts of the world too. My mother doesn’t want to see what’s right in front of her, but that doesn’t make the changes disappear. I have plans for modifications, but I know enough to take it slow. The next few months will be a test period for this alliance, and then there’s my father’s announcement to pass the torch.”

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

I am no longer the victim. TO BE CONTINUED

Adrian’s voice hums through the speakers. “Shut up,” I reply. A soft chuckle. “She’s already been flagged.” My chest tightens. “Flagged for what?” A pause. Then— “Removal.” No. Not happening. I explode forward again. No precision this time. No calculation. Just force. Raw. Violent. Uncontrolled. Because control— isn’t fast enough. One goes down. Another. A third grabs my arm— I break it— push through— keep moving. Closer.

Not now. Not ever.