Opposite Reluctant Novels & Stories

She tilts her head to the side and raises her brows too, also daring me. I smirked. Why does she like going against me? I thought her B&B (Biker Bitch) character is gone but turns out it hasn't. Hmm, two can play this game. I folded my arms and nod towards my trunk, silently telling her to go on. Few seconds passed, my smile widens when I saw her hesitating.

Nothing compared to the laughter of Micah or Lukas when they rode on their grandpa’s back. Quickly postponing a few things, I headed home. After years of wallowing in misery I didn’t deserve, now it was time for me to relish the love. Happiness was all mine. A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR Thank you so much for reading Resisting Her. It took me a lot of time to get this book out since the release of the Getting Over Him in January 2019 because of some personal issues that threw me off balance. This story is so close to my heart, because this is so relatable to my personal life, excluding fictional twists to keep you entertained, while the core remains betrayal and moving on. Check out Getting Over Hi

Any way that we could show them that we would help and protect them would be ok in his book. "Food court?" I asked Ruby and she shrugged and looked back at the rest of her friends. "Sounds good to me." Don grinned at Hound as they linked hands. Ruby softened when she saw that. I was beginning to understand Ruby a bit more. She hadn't changed as much as I thought. She was still that sweet girl that I knew back in elementary school. She was fiercely loyal and would do anything to help her friends. She didn't like for others to help her though.

Relentless. “What if she’s not the enemy?”

my aunt called out softly. “It just doesn’t make any sense to me; I am not giving up the life I have here, all because of a man, and if you won't tell me why, then we are not leaving here,” I said. My eyes darted at the small black box, and I kicked it angrily. “I am not going to any damn house either!” “Why are you stubborn, my child? You never listen or do what I tell you to. This battle is far bigger than you; you are not ready for the truth,” Aunt Norah said, trying to stabilise her breathing.

She tugged her arm away with slight force. "Someone I met on a blind date."

Synonyms are tractable, compliant, pliant, amenable, passive, resigned, patient, docile, tame, subdued. He’d underlined a section within the document where, with the wording, he retained all the rights to make changes and might even refuse to allow cancellation or discontinuation of it. “Do you understand the rules of the game now?” Agitation still colored his tone. “In order to reassess the situation, my client requests a recess.” “Denied.” “My client would like to discontinue the contract.” “Denied, Thena.” I didn’t know him at all. Anger, love, and hot desire had clouded my judgment. “What are you saying?”

And a gift for the opportunistic. Dan: By asking the question in this way, you wanted to confirm whether that character is worth you or not? Christian: Yes, of course you can say that. Had she accepted this offer, it would have been proved that she too is just as opportunistic as others. He also means money only. My mind was not testifying that she would not accept this offer. I thought it would be as opportunistic as others and would easily accept this offer. But my heart wanted to prove my mind wrong. Yes, I am using the word for the first time that my heart wanted to prove this wrong and when he replied my heart and mind battle was over.

"You have reservations about Cassandra?" He frowned his gaze traipsing off to look past her. Then it returned and he brushed a hair out of her face. "Cassandra is whatever she wants to be that day. I'm not sure if you're ready for her." Hailey blinked. "This isn't my first day on the job." "I know that. It isn't as if I'm questioning your ability," Noah said. "But you are." How did he describe Cassandra to someone who had never met her? "She's a chameleon. She adapts to whatever her environment is. She is also a barracuda."

When I opened them she was still looking at me. "Okay," she said quietly. "Okay." She dropped her hand. Picked up her coffee. Went back to her side of the counter. I stood there. "What does okay mean," I said. "It means I am not going to pretend this is not happening," she said. "It means I am not going to make a rule about it or put it in a document or negotiate terms around it." She looked at me over her coffee cup. "It means okay. We figure it out as we go."