Stubborn Opposite Novels & Stories

“She’s the one.” Zechariah smirked, surprise marring his brows as he perched against the window wall like a lazy cat. “For years you’ve been searching for her. Who would have thought it would turn out to be Nicholas’s child?” A dry laugh escaped him. “But I must admit, she’s stubborn.” He said casually. Indeed, she is. Stubborn to the bone. She’d dared to stand against me. Her fire refused to bend even when the weight of my name should have crushed her. Any other woman would have broken. But not her.

Because admitting it out loud feels like giving someone a knife and offering my back. “Damn. You’re down bad.” “Devon,” I growl, “I swear—” “Alright, alright.” He throws up his hands, cutting me off. “What exactly is the issue?” “She’s stubborn.” “So are you,” he points out. “She argues about everything.” “So do you.” “She keeps pushing me away.” “Probably because you keep pushing her too close,” he says. “And you’re acting like an Alpha who expects obedience. Danielle isn’t built like that. She grew up fighting for every scrap of freedom she has. Of course, she’s going to push back.”

As she crossed her legs and caressed her stomach, she continued, “The reason I moved forward with my life has not changed, and it will never change. Not even you can change it. So, please, drop it.” “I won’t give up,” he announced. Then, he relaxed his expression and sat next to her. “But, tonight, I will relax.” With her head dancing left to right in disbelief and a slight smile on her lips, she said, “I cannot believe how stubborn you are.” “Is that a good trait?” He sounded genuinely curious. “It could be both bad and good.” “Hmm.”

“Convincing people to make plans is easier than changing them.” “Is that true of you too?” I ask. She bites her lip and stares at her food. “I like to think I’m pretty flexible.” “That so?” My cock hardens, remembering all the positions I’ve had her in. Her cheeks turn a pretty pink. “That’s not what I meant.” “What did you mean?” “I mean I’m not so stubborn I’m impossible to talk to.” Her voice whips out, sharp and jagged. “See, I’d think that would make you so obliging you couldn’t find your own opinions.”

CHAPTER 128 R circled Giovanni’s table with a frown. “We've got nothing. There's no thrill. None of what we did could bring him down. What do you want the underworld to say? That he's tougher than you?” Giovanni shrugged and leaned back against his chair, with his tobacco in the corner of his lips. “He's stubborn headed. That's the problem with Lucifer.” R scoffed, with her arms crossed on her chest. “And stubborn headed people always win.”

“You’re impossible.” “And you’re stubborn,” I shot back, grinning. “Guess we make a good team.”

he said, looking me in the eye. "What if I don't want to?" I told him, grinning. However, because of what he said, my smile disappeared. "Hmm, you know what will happen to your mom if you don't follow my orders," he said, smirking at my reaction. I let him do what he wants with me, as long as he doesn't hurt Mom. I took a deep breath. He's really the king of manipulation and blackmailing. When he says something, he means it. Given that I'm now the queen of stubbornness, I don't want to cause Mom any pain. Indeed, stubbornness runs in Dixon's family, with the exception of this Sanatic Finn. He's not one of us. So I have no choice but to follow his madness.

Sick of this and not wanting to ruin my night or my mood further. Today was meant to be a great day and the start of a new chapter in life. “I hear you…. About Simon. I don’t agree, and I’ll sleep on it, but Mom, if one day it comes down to being alone or settling, I want a family. If there are no others, it'll be him. I am fond of him, we’re compatible, and he can give me a nice life.” Stubbornness is a family gene, and even though I'm more mellow and compassionate. More logical and even-tempered, it doesn’t mean I'm easy to sway.

My hands clenched tightly in my lap. "I will fix it," I said in a trembling but firm voice. "As soon as possible." Ms. Brennan smiled thinly—a smile full of mockery. "It would be easier for you to give up now than to keep forcing yourself. You might just embarrass yourself." "I won't give up," I replied while looking directly at her even though tears were still flowing. "I will fix it immediately." Ms. Brennan was stunned for a moment, then raised an eyebrow. "Stubborn too, it seems."

Her lips had been red and swollen, from being bitten while she tried to stubbornly fight the currents of nature, our nature, the mate's heat. From just looking at her, you could see. She had barely been holding on. And yet, she hadn't even begged. Even when everything was about to drown her, even when she had been a few seconds from completely burning under the heat, she hadn't brought herself to beg. Her pride had been intact, and so wad her self-essteem. That was Sabrina. My Sabrina. She was naturally stubborn. She would rather die than cover, than sell her dignity.