Staying Power Book Novels & Stories

She was quiet for a moment. "The woman decided to stay," she said. "In the book." She paused. "She stops waiting for the house to do something and starts doing something herself." She looked at me. "I wrote that and then I understood what I wanted to say to you." "About staying." "About choosing." She held my eyes briefly. "Every day. Not once. Every day." I looked at the path. "That's the vow," I said. "That's the center of it." She paused. "The rest is yours to hear in August."

“I just don’t want it to come from hunger anymore.” He nodded, understanding settling between them. Before bed, Serena returned to the notebook one last time. She didn’t add a question. She wrote a statement. I am allowed to stay soft in a hard world. She closed the notebook then turned off the light and slipped into sleep without resistance. Outside, the city carried on imperfect, relentless, tender in its own accidental way. And within it, Serena stayed. Not as a figure. Not as a force, but as a woman who had learned that the greatest strength was not rising again, ut knowing when to remain exactly where you are.

“Something outrageous. With a pulley system and a trapdoor. Something that says ‘adventure’ and ‘home’ all at once.” She smiled, her heart a warm, full ache in her chest. This was the man she had married. Not the besieged strategist, but the builder of treehouses. “I got a letter today,” she said softly. “From Rachel Mirren.” She felt him go still. “And?” “She’s written a book. About power, coercion, and the failure of institutions. She wants to dedicate it to ‘the resilience of survivors.’ She asked for our blessing.” The ghost of their old life, reaching out in the form of a dedication. Not a threat, but an acknowledgment.

This wasn’t fragile. It wasn’t conditional. It had staying power. And that more than anything made her certain they were building something that would last.

Elena asked. "Every day," I admitted. "But then I remember that staying meant watching Eleanor slowly poison everything good in our lives. Here, we're building something real." "Even if it's smaller than what we had?" "Especially because it's smaller. What we had before was impressive, but it wasn't sustainable. Eleanor could take it away with a phone call. This is different. This belongs to us." Elena nodded, understanding. We had learned the difference between having power and being powerful. Having power meant depending on systems and structures that could be taken away. Being powerful meant knowing you could rebuild from nothing if you had to.

“You chose me because only I can give you power. After all, my father is the mafia king. Not Marcus.” I slowly turned back to face her. My cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to what settled in my chest. Something cold. Something final. “You’re wrong,” I said evenly. She scoffed. “About what?” “About why I stayed.” She hesitated. “I stayed because I thought power could protect the people I care about,” I continued. “But all it’s done is turn you into someone I don’t recognize.” Her eyes flickered, uncertainty flashing for just a second.

We were just staring at each other. "You're pregnant?" I asked softly as I leaned to her close. She nods, confirming it. "Five weeks." ------------------------FIN---------------------------- JUST GOT LUCKY BOOK 2

now that he had a taste of the forbidden fruit, he wanted it all! What do you think Chandra is going to do next? If the chapter took your fancy then please do vote and comment. And if you like my writing style I could promise you another equally interesting plot in "The second marriage. "

“To the bride and the groom. Here’s to our new start.” Fireworks lit the sky above our heads, and the day was everything I could ask for. 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 Him, which is written in Arianna’s POV if you haven’t read it yet.

Patricia was marveled as she watched the way Christopher’s mode changed, from being sober, to being so elated, she wondered who the girl was to Christopher. She slid into Christopher’s open arms, “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner” the teenage girl mouthed. They both tightened their arms around each other, like prisoners of their own bodies. Then a wave of silence hit the room, for a couple of seconds. Untangling from their embrace, Christopher laid back fully on his bed. “you are here now that’s what matter, better late than never” Christopher smiled, as he held the teenage girls’ hand Patricia cleared her throat “I never knew I have abilities of going invisible”