Relentless Novels & Stories

On the other hand, another daughter Myra, the same strong stone-cold girl like Minerva just ignored his superiority. “Is it an anticipation of some big cyclone?” Rana asked his subconscious mind. Minerva was a rebel and a fighter too. So is her daughter, too. Every word of Myra was sharply cleaned to pierce any heart. And today for the first time in his house people became rebels. His wife, his son. He could feel his grip getting loosened up over many a thing.

“Are you scared, Temptress?” I wasn’t someone who backed down when challenged so I put my mug on the table and walked towards him. I gave a challenging smile as I looked up at him and took the controller from his hand. “Game on.” Just like all members of the Summers family, I hated losing so there was no way I was going to be easy on him. “Shit!” I cursed under my breath. I leaned back against the leg of the couch and looked at the ceiling, refusing to stare at the screen which confirmed his winning. I took a sharp breath and turned to him. “Rematch!”

- I love you," I murmur. - Infinitely," he answers immediately with a light kiss. - You're so patient, you impress me, you know? - I have to admit I am too," confesses Mathis. I thought I'd gone through hell during those few months without her, I've fallen apart more than once, but you... You've hung in there for almost thirteen years and you're still an example to follow... admits Mathis, his tone full of admiration.

Another volley of supersonic stones rained down relentlessly. Ray's intent to kill was absolute. He was throwing everything he had, holding nothing back, determined to wipe out Channing and his crew completely. Faced with this assault, Channing and his followers were on the verge of despair. Ray's attacks seemed endless. Abilities are finite—every use chips away at one's power. How could someone possibly strike without limits? Yet, despite exhausting almost all of their reserves under Ray's previous waves of assault, he was coming at them again.

The rain fell relentlessly, drenching him to the bone, but he pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to ensure her safety and alleviate her anguish. With each passing hour, Colten's resolve only grew stronger, fueled by his love for Keisha and the desperate need to see her once again. The darkness of the night seemed to stretch on endlessly, but he refused to relent, his heart pounding with every beat, echoing the rhythm of his relentless pursuit.

Viviane ☩═✦═☩ I don't screw up, ever. When I set my sights on something, there's no 'maybe' in the equation—it's as good as done. Once I’ve locked onto a target, I become a relentless force. Obstacles? Just part of the scenery. Setbacks? They’re fuel for my fire. Call it what you want—stubbornness, tenacity, obsession—I don’t really care. What matters is that when I start something, I don’t stop until it’s finished, and finished on my terms.

Her commitment to the truth and her determination to see the investigation through to the end remained unwavering, even as the threats and obstacles continued to mount. The journey was far from over, but Lena was ready to face the challenges head-on. She knew that the path to justice was fraught with peril, but she was prepared to confront whatever lay ahead. The boundaries she had crossed were a testament to her resolve and her dedication to uncovering the truth. And as she continued her quest for justice, Lena remained steadfast in her mission, driven by the belief that the truth was worth fighting for, no matter the cost.

she said. “At the point when it stalls out, here...” She folded her hand over the center of her neck. “My body jerks like it's attempting to save itself, but I continue pushing and that triggers something and my brain goes foggy. My throat swallows, and it goes further. That is the point at which the astonishing frenzy thing occurs when I can't relax. My body heaves to save itself, yet I push it more profound and my throat gets generally delicious, similar to as having a climax. Then there's no restriction, I can take every last bit of it, and it gets me so energized I nearly get off. You ought to attempt it.”

The rigorous physical and emotional trials he faced when he was powerless had hardened his will to the point of extremism. It might be even more accurate to call him extremely stubborn and tenacious in face of a defeat. The more he failed, the harder he pushed next time. That's how he had survived the entire year, by forcing his limits to the point of no return. "This is bad!" Many of the researchers almost puked blood after seeing him try 87th time in a row. "How the hell is he still conscious?" "He is not taking any breaks at all." "Raymond, we should stop him." A group of researchers came running at Raymond. "If he keeps going like this, he might face some serious repercussion!"

I knew at that moment that I had just crossed my boundary. ////////////////////////////////// Okay, so I have decided to give each chapter a status Frenzy(easy to write) Cranky( not easy) Frenzy but a little Cranky, you know what that is. This is imperfection, the first trilogy.