Romans & histoires Taking A Stand

Aria encouraged, curious about what could be so important. “You need to learn to stand up for yourself,” Lilian said without hesitation. “No matter the situation, you have to stand your ground. Sometimes you don’t start trouble, but you have to be the one to end it.” Aria blinked, caught off guard. “It’s not that I don’t want to—”

-No, I will never let such a thing happen -So act, don't stand idly by. She's right, I can't just watch and suffer. I have to do something and I need help And I know exactly who can help me

Didn't touch it. "Clause nine," Isla said. "Read it tonight. Not the version in your contract." "What's wrong with my version?" "Nothing's wrong with it. It's incomplete. There's an addendum Daniel files them separately. Standard practice for arrangements like this." A pause. "Most people wouldn't sign if they had the full picture upfront." "Most people," Zara said. "Most people." Isla held her eyes. "I don't think you're most people."

Every doubt. Every ounce of quiet contempt presses against my skin. I could say no. I could end it here. I could walk out of this circle and never look back. But then I would never get my freedom. Then Cole could be tossed back into the cells. Then the possibility of equality would be non-existent. My fingers curl slightly at my sides. “I stand.” The words come out steady. Stronger than I feel. Something in the circle… settles. Acknowledgement. After I state my own claim Mortius nods.

About standing up for what mattered most. The board members shifted uneasily in their seats, clearly taken aback by Alexander’s unwavering stance. Richard opened his mouth to speak, but Alexander held up a hand, cutting him off. “I’m not negotiating. You can either stand by me, or you can walk away. But this company stays in my hands.” For a moment, the room was dead silent. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Richard shifted uncomfortably in his seat, clearly weighing his options.

“Nоt good еnоugh, Blake. Take me bасk now.” I stand uр, cross my аrmѕ оvеr mу сhеѕt аnd widen mу ѕtаnсе. I’m still a соuрlе of fееt smaller thаn hіm, but іt dоеѕn’t mаttеr. I feel ѕtrоng. I nееd tо gеt out of here bеfоrе I’m pulled bасk іntо hіm.

My hearing became foggy as I can’t comprehend what the annoying lady has been saying. I just stood here, forcing a smile. I can’t back out now, I’ve already started! If to show off is what will save me, I will do everything to stand up among the others. I don’t want to be stuck on myself thought during the game. I need their opinion, their advice!

“Take me seriously, or don’t. But I know where I stand.” I draw in a deep breath, trying to pack as much conviction into the words as I can possibly manage. “We can’t abandon Jason just because he’s been manipulated by someone else.”

Once upon a time, this place had been my turf. I pushed open the door to see Janae sitting inside with a wide smile. She seemed to have been waiting for me. "You look like a stray dog now, Renee. So what if I'm a stand-in? I'm the one Marcus loves now, and you are nothing. You're not even worthy of being my stand-in now!" she said. I stood there dazedly and looked around the familiar room, feeling like my heart was bleeding. Then, I heard Marcus' voice in the distance—he was shouting and warning me not to do anything to hurt Janae.

If he chooses not to be present with us, then he does not get to be present at all. I will stand on my own two feet. Even if they are shaking.