Oh Yeah Harder Novels & Stories

Three more to go. And each one would be harder than the last.

"Can't you take the silver chain off of me yet? It's really starting to hurt." "I know, baby. I'm sorry for these harsh conditions, but it's the only way I can trust you. Plus, I haven't turned 20 yet, and until I do, until my wolf can mark you, I have to keep you here. You belong to me, to us." "Please, Ollie! I beg you! It hurts, I'm tired and I just want to sleep properly." "I can't, Riley. I can't!" he smacks the side table beside the bed, knocking it over and sending the water and pile of dirty plates to the ground. He was getting angry.

Damiano, added. I wiped my tears. "I'll think about it." "You'll go and that's final." Gia, chimed in. "Fine, I hope it goes well. I'm tired of Angry Raven. I've had enough of him, back in school." I rolled my eyes. "Raven is always moody, you're the only one who can calm him." Damiano, told me "Have a little faith sis." She smiled. I nodded. Let's hope this time everything goes well.

If he’s going to follow me---I’m going to push him harder. For now, I need air to breath. This is hard for me. Harder than it was before because I heard him profess his love for me. But why did he have to do that? What’s going on his head??

"Come on, Ai. Act better, so it would look like you’re also in love." Oh, God. This is why it's going to be hard. It's gonna be hard.

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵??

Levi pov: where the f@#k is this town like where is it I literally can't find this place on map's anywhere I'm literally gonna drag jade back if I can find her I'm not gonna be dumped I'm literally gonna hmget my girl back I can't believe that dumb w$@#e said that banging my fist on the steering wheel f@#k f@#k f@#k I scream at my self I'm gonna have to hire someone to help me get back. What's mine

Magnus was fighting, but it was getting harder. Much harder. And if they didn’t act soon— Frederick swallowed hard. He turned back to Alan. He knew what had to be done. He just didn’t know if he could do it.

I ask, my voice dropping. “I just…” he exhales slowly. “…thought you’d choose easier.” I frown, my heart twisting. “Easier?” “Yeah…” he whispers. “Less… complicated.” For a second, I can’t even breathe properly. Is that what he thinks? That I’d walk away just because things got hard? My jaw tightens. “You’re an idiot,” I say, but my voice breaks halfway through. “Yeah,” he agrees softly. And somehow, that makes it worse.

Instead, she whispered the name she had been longing to say, “Leigh…” After completing the second experiment, I rubbed my aching lower back. Anya walked over and pressed a small tin of herbal muscle salve into my hand. “My mom sent it from Rosavia.” Instead of taking it, I looked suspiciously at the bruise around her eye. “Did you get into a fight?”