Overcomer Book Novels & Stories

If you like Autumn to end up with Tyler (being high school sweethearts and all), then read Book 1 (The Bad Nerd Boy) and just stop there and imagine them walking off to sunset together. If you like Autumn to end up with Frazier (college sweethearts), then read Book 2 (Resisting The Irresistible) and Book 3 (Pulling Off The Impossible) then stop. But for those of you who would love to take this journey with this author, then come on in! There are plenty of “slice of life” stories, following Autumn’s journey in life. This author will post “bridge chapters” for each version (POTI & KMF) here so it will give you a smooth sailing when you read either one of the books.

someone called through the chaos from behind him as bodies moved to block the exit and windows. He paced the room, contemplating his next move when the woman with hazel eyes appeared in the doorway. “Milo,” she called softly, causing something to stir within him. He froze and met her eyes. “Remember what I told you? You’re safe now, and we’re here to help you recover,” she encouraged, slowly approaching him while the others stepped away. An ache in his mind encouraged him to believe her as he quickly recalled what happened in the prison. Narrowing his eyes at the people in lab coats, Milo submitted and laid himself down on the cold floor. As his body adjusted to his new position, he noticed

He kept Diane completely in check. In front of him, she didn’t dare bring up any so-called "training” anymore. Instead, she acted like a doting mother, constantly accommodating and trying to please him. As for Christopher, after going through that brush with death, it was like he grew up overnight. Ignoring Diane’s objections, he moved out on his own, applied for graduate school overseas, and left the country with a suitcase. Every now and then, he posted photos of blue skies, white clouds, and a free, easy smile. He looked happier than he ever had. I’d see his posts sometimes and quietly hit like.

" Okay, now its time for my reward" A thick book appeared on his hand, opening the book. The book has a brown cover page and an introduction to smithing. There are different pictures of a man holding a hammer inside. There are also blue prints of different weapons and apparatus. On the other corner of the page is the description and explanation on how to properly hit a metal. Checking out the content, everything was registered on the mind of Eduard. It was shocking that every time he read the content, he can't forget it. He can also feel that he can so what the book describe, right now.

"I know what she did to you. What I did to you. I was blind. Stupid. I believed every lie she told me." "You ruined my life," I said. "You humiliated me in front of millions of people. You had your men strip me on the street. You were going to send me to Mexico." He flinched like I had hit him. "I know." "You almost had me killed." "I know." His voice cracked. "And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to make it right. Come back with me. Let me take care of you. Let me give you everything I should have given you from the beginning. I'll sell the house. I'll leave the outfit. We can go anywhere. Start over."

On the day I got married, my father-in-law personally fastened an obsidian bead bracelet around my wrist. He looked at me and said, "Moses, from today on, you're one of the family. I'll treat you like my own." I had grown up in an orphanage and had never truly had a family of my own. Because of those words alone, I willingly married into the Zeigler family and wore that bracelet for six straight years. Even after it rubbed my wrist raw—leaving it swollen, ulcerated, and oozing with pus—I still could not bear to take it off. Everything changed the day I stopped by my childhood friend's antique and jewelry appraisal studio for a small get-together. The moment he saw my wrist, he turned grim

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?

HELENA I didn’t think but my body seemed to be doing the thinking for me as I moved. The chair crashed behind me as I stumbled back, my injured leg screaming in protest, but the pain barely registered. Every instinct took over at once, loud and absolute, run. the thing dragged itself forward, slow but deliberate, its breath wet and uneven. Filling the room in a way that made it impossible to think, impossible to breathe properly. It wasn’t rushing. It didn’t need to. something about the way it moved told me it already knew, I wasn’t getting out easily.

"As for Donovan, his overseas creditors saw the news and came straight to Dryana. I heard that two days ago someone pulled a sack over his head on the street and broke his nose. "Now he hides in Amanda's rental place. The water and power have both been cut off, and he barely dares to breathe too loudly." I listened without any emotional ripple. A quiet sense of satisfaction settled inside me, like dust that finally fell after a long storm. In my previous life, they had destroyed my home and ruined my name. In this life, I simply returned their own cruelty to them. "That's divine retribution," I said.

“It’s over.” Mark handed me a perfectly warm cup of coffee. “Good. From now on, we look forward.” I took a sip, and the warmth settled in my stomach. Yes, from now on, the only way was forward. Eventually, all the hurt and regret would fade.