Novel & Cerita No Longer A Pushover

Not “try not to.” Don’t. Simple. Final. --- My Answer “I won’t.” And this time— I believe it. --- Internal Shift Because something inside me has changed. Not suddenly. Not dramatically. But steadily. Like something that was always there— Finally settling into place. --- The Day The rest of the day moves smoothly. Meetings align. Schedules flow. Nothing unexpected. Nothing chaotic. But underneath it— Everything feels different. --- Strength Not loud strength. Not visible power. Just— Stability.

This man has no idea how much she detest him now. He is not looking bad facially but what does she need his handsomeness for when he has a small dick? “And I must remind you to be careful next time. And to keep up with opportunities, you should know that you have to work harder to remain at the top much more than you have worked to get to the top” Julian informed. Jeniva frowned. What the heck is he saying? Does he want to get her pressed beneath him again? If only he knows he's so disgusting in bed.

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.

Balanced. Ready. Because the world wasn’t just starting to bow. It was starting to push back. And this time, Aria Hale would not be moved.

“You see, when we unleash those things killing us inside, they’re not ours anymore. They become something else. And sometimes they play against us. They attack us and those we love. They become our worst enemy.” People shouted and screamed, anticipating the song, while Silvia covered her mouth to muffle a soft cry, her eyes suddenly welling. Jim calmed them down and started toward his spot on the stage, still talking. “Turns out that this dearest friend I take with me everywhere I go, got hurt in the storm. She doesn’t sound good anymore. Actually, it doesn’t sound at all. Or maybe I’m fucking deaf?” He paused and tilted his head, like listening to the guitar, then shook his head.

“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.”

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.

He transferred every share and property under his name into Nora's trust fund. On the day he was discharged, Marcus sent me one final text. "The money is for our daughter. Consider it Mister's last bit of compensation. "I wish you... happiness in your new marriage." The message was sent. A bright red exclamation mark appeared beside it. He had long been blocked. He didn't even have the right to have his blessing received. Three years later, Marcus Doakes was no longer a legend in the domestic business world. Without his drive and without the support of family, his mental state collapsed completely.

How come she knew me and personally contacted me to offer me a scholarship to their University? Wait, before I continue what I am about to say, let me introduce myself to you first. My name is Sophia Alexis Villanueva. I was born into a wealthy family with two older brothers. We are raised by our single mother after our father died in a war. My father gets the award of Valor, the highest awards given to the soldiers. When I was in kindergarten, my mom died and left me with my two older brothers. My eldest brother took care of our business, because of his dedication and hard work, he makes our company in the top 5 of he business world. My second older brother followed our father’s path. He is