Overcomer Book Novels & Stories

Her high heels were soaked through with blood, leaving one dark red shoe print after another on the floor. Emma was drowning in immense anguish. Suddenly, she remembered how I had been like a little puppy back in those days. I was timid and shy, always hiding behind her. Not only was I afraid to talk to strangers, but I didn't even dare to laugh out loud either. I had suffered for so many years—beaten by Mom, looked at with cold disdain by neighbors, and abandoned by the whole world. It was Emma who had pulled me out of my shell, little by little. She took me to eat food I'd never eaten and sights I'd never seen.

" Without waiting for their reaction, I turned around and walked straight into the bathroom. In my new life, I only want to live for myself. After a while, Baron's voice came faintly from the doorway. "The rain's too heavy. I'll take Michelle home first. Get some rest. I'll be back later." The sound of running water mixed with the clear click of the wooden door opening and closing. The ache in my chest had completely disappeared. After finishing my shower and getting changed, I reached up to the top shelf of the bookcase and pulled down a thick book. Inside it was everything I had saved over the years. Most of Baron's salary had gone to Michelle. What little remained had been given to his mo

I clicked on the article and saw a face that I could never forget. He sat at a piano in a white suit. He looked confident, elegant, and smiled radiantly like the sun. The article stated that eight years ago, he had injured his hands in a car accident, and people thought he would never play again. But through sheer determination, he completed his grueling rehabilitation. He had been reborn and returned to the top of the world. Tears streamed down my face. I dialed the all-too-familiar number on my phone. It rang once and was answered quickly.

She was still in the hospital bed receiving the infusion, feeling that she was not alone when the door suddenly opened and Ana appeared there, while the familiar person who carried her in her arms, the last thing she remembered, remained to guard the door. She thought she was hallucinating until she felt her friend, all in tears, hug her tightly. “I thought this week would never go by,” she heard her say. “What do you mean?” She asked quietly. “Honey, you’ve been in a coma all week, it’s a miracle you’re alive, considering you’re an omega, which I don’t believe right now, you’re recovering like an Alpha woman!” Anna said through tears and laughter, trying to cheer her up, even though Sinn fe

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

he said, wiping off a trickle of sweat that slowly trailed down his forehead. “Yes, I'm fine,” he replied her. He went silent for some seconds as his mother spoke to him. “No, he left me alone,” he said, referring to Harold. “I'll find my way, mother, don't bother.” He fell silent again then added, “that's why I'm the next alpha. If Harold was able to find his way last year, I will be able to this year even easier than he did.” He ended the call and sighed, wiping off another trickle of sweat. The naturally high temperature of the school wasn't one he was used to.

he said signaling for the workers to leave the room “Do you happen to know the meaning of omertà?” “I know the symptoms of over a hundred diseases, do you really think I'll forget the mafia code?” I asked knowing that I won't ever forget certain things like how to use a gun or the mafia code. When my mom was alive she always opposed me being part of the scorpiono business or even knowing anything about it. Yet once she died, my dad put it upon himself to train me like I was already a scorpiono

I know it seemed like a long shot but hope was all I had at this moment. Looking back at Fredrick, I saw him focusing hard on the man in front of him. I knew he could feel that I was on to something- he had a way of reading me even if a million other things were happening all around him. Looking at him made me determined, we would survive this. I counted to three before I started the only plan I could come up with under this much pressure: I went around and pushed the imposter straight into Fredrick before running at full speed to the rock.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

Malisa felt a little nostalgic as she recalled those good old days with, Gabriella. " Hm... Just like you, sis... " " Yeah... I believe everyone of us on planet earth have that fighting spirit in us. We just have to let it out! " " You are right... Though some people aren't challenged enough to let the spirit out. " " Right... But those who let the spirit out ends up being the Overcomers! They are those who fight to finish. It's either a win or nothing. " " Hm... I think it's time every one of us let out the beast in us! "