Relentless Novels & Stories

"I-I have the ring, Haven. We could start over. Do it right. You'll be more sexually vulnerable with me and I'll be faithful and communicate better." I shook my head. "You're delusional. I don't want anything to do with you anymore. I'm done." "Please, Haven, give me another chance. Please forgive me." "I am not God, Gabriel. You can't just repent and then expect me to forgive you. It doesn't work like that." I said firmly. "Well aren't we supposed to try to be more like him?" He asked. "Yeah. And you should probably work on that," I said scathingly.

It was obvious that the word lazy was just an excuse to cover up her longing for someone. "We miss them too," Melissa sigh as Eleonna looked at her "They must have a reason for leaving, but I know they'll come back," she reassured the girl to make her feel better, but instead it only made her feel annoyed and useless. It was like what her auntie said lit a fire inside her.

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

Which felt impossible under his hard and intense gaze. He pulled over the car. Her heart skipped a beat. He held her chin strongly this time so that she was forced to look into his icy grey eyes. His stare was deadly hard, " Don't give me an idea. Because I'll never force myself. I've my own rules and my own ways to reach what I want. " He stated. She swallowed hard and pushed herself behind from his touch. She breathed heavily when he allowed his fingers to slip, partly in relief, partly in disappointment. She never got time to flirt with a handsome man.

No, I am not wishing for your downfall, but that doesn't mean that I will remain in one position forever. "ugh, what a forlorn life! hopes and dreams. isn't that the only thing that keeps you moving? ain't you tired of giving yourself a false hope and face the reality has it is." "That is exactly what I am doing. Facing the reality as it is. yes, hopes and dreams are what pushes people like me to become better and that is what people like you would never understand. we aim high and that fuels our hunger to fulfil our dreams. We never give up and that is how we made it this far.

He was battling this in his own way, and he will know that his family is with him. We are goddamn relentless, stubborn and ambitious. We do not take shit from no one, whether that’s a god or a curse. After all, we’re the Westwoods, we don’t bow down to anything or anyone.

It's not good for us if mother finds a single dust on anything. Asking everyone to massage my body, it's like I am alone, only howling like mental. Didn't find a single ear for it. We went to bed. I messaged mom with a range of five hundred words, not less than my previous messages. I can't move my legs and hands. It's stuck as muscle stretches. I didn't join Jim in my life. David went for a week and forgot everything.

Gatlin asked isn’t it because of love they are in this stage. “I loved the wrong person, Gat it’s mom’s fault to love and believe wrong person, love is not bad thing” Lucy didn’t want his son to live his life in hate she knows Gatlin need someone to love her son is so good that he deserved to be loved a Limitless Love.

Just flow. Elira stood at the inlet railing, arms folded. “We keep walking through this,” she murmured. We do," Caelan said, standing beside her. "Because there's still more to walk toward." She nodded. Because the measure of what endures isn't in how long it stands still. It's in how consistently it keeps moving on with you. And how, somehow, you keep moving into it—together.

BOOK 3: CHAPTER 58: Relentless Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. Slap. Smack. The relentless wet rhythm echoes through the room, reverberating off the walls like a drumbeat summoned from the core of their chaotic lust. The sound of their skin meeting, over and over, bounces wildly in the air, loud and uninhibited, mixing with the guttural gasps and animalistic groans that keep escaping their lips.