Oh Yeah Harder Novels & Stories

"I'm trying exactly as hard as I can." "That's the problem," she said. "It's not about force anymore. It used to be forced, because you had so much of it that pushing harder always worked. Now you have less. Pushing harder just burns through it faster." I looked at her. Five years old in appearance, sounding like someone who'd spent decades studying the exact mechanics of power loss, and the strangest part was that none of it surprised me anymore. "Then what do I do? Tell me," I said.

she replied in a timid voice. “God, I love these uniform men!” Amber excitedly exclaimed. “You can say that again.” Britney added making Kimberly roll her eyes. “Omg! They’ll be back soon. We better get breakfast ready.” Britney changed the subject to Kimberly’s relief. So they got back to making breakfast while getting to know themselves.

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These two weeks were the longest we'd ever been apart. "Celestia, mommy's here! Surprise!" I raised my voice, not hiding my joy. But Celestia just frowned and glanced at me. "Mom, I'm doing crafts. These diamonds are so hard to stick on." Though I felt a bit disappointed, I told myself Celestia was just frustrated with her project, not rushing to hug me as I'd imagined. "Let me help you." I moved closer to embrace her, but she squirmed. My arms froze in the air. Was Celestia rejecting me?

​The concrete corridor of the athletic complex shrank to the size of a coffin. The crushing, suffocating weight of Jake’s True Alpha pressure didn't just rattle the light fixtures overhead; it felt as though it was actively pressing the oxygen straight out of Avery’s lungs. The air grew instantly thick, charged with the dangerous, metallic sting of ozone and the heavy, burning scent of cedar. It was a sensory execution.

"Blake, are you even listening to yourself?" The words hung heavily in the air as I stood against the cold, unforgiving brick wall. My heart raced, anger coursing through my veins as I confronted her. "Yes, you fucking walked away," I said with a defensive tone, my voice filled with frustration. Her eyes met mine, a mix of hurt and anger flashing across her face. "Blake, I never walked away from you. Don't you get it? You walked away when you were supposed to stay. You walked out on me when your mother nearly died," she shouted, her voice echoing through the empty yeard. The onlookers from the gym windows turned their heads, curiosity piqued by our heated exchange.

The word I know to lessen the tension but they laughed at me. "There's a better word yous should say other than sorry because your sorry won't solve anything. The disaster you created is still here. And by the way, I almost forgot to tell you." He stared at me checking how curious I am to what is he going to say. I'm curious about everything right now. I don't care if it's small or big that is! I wanted to know how the hell it ended like this.

"Kyle was thrilled to hear you were getting out today, and he booked a private room at a restaurant to throw you a welcome-back dinner. Be tactful for once, and don't embarrass me later. Got it?" Three years ago, if Caroline had spoken to me like this, I probably would've "punished" her a little, like making her cook soup for me for a whole week or asking her to go volunteer at a free community clinic with me. But now, after three years of prison and inhuman torture, all my sharp edges had been worn down. Her cruel words merely bounced off me, leaving me feeling nothing at all. Lowering my head, I stared at the patch sewn onto the knees of my pants. "Whatever you say, Ms. Davis."

Before you know it everything will fall into place as long as you're willing to simply sacrifice everything. SIMPLY. My father's favorite word. There's nothing so simple about being his son, yet this word barrages in our heads, making us think that things are all easy in this world. Easy to get, easy to kill, relating this to a six-year-old boy is not so simple but good for my brother, He had it simple.

Soren's smile froze on his face, and it even looked a little like he had died a little. It made me worry for him, but all Soren did was flash me a forced smile, "It's fine. I can handle it." Soren took a deep breath, and when he pushed the door open, I could almost picture a hero marching into battle, ready to face death. Next, I heard loud smashing and crashing noises from the office. It sounded really intense.