The Beautiful Struggle Book Novels & Stories

As Steve appraised the girl more closely, he realized that the clothes could not totally conceal the nice figure beneath. Her long dark hair was pulled back in a simple pony tail that hung more than half way down her back. Now and then she would gaze around the food court observing shoppers as they rushed about their business. More than a few times, Steve saw a small smile break out on the girl's face. She seemed bemused by the actions of the crowd. Gradually, Steve realized that it wasn't just the girl's beauty that had so enthralled him, but also her confident, good humored outlook on the world. She didn't appear to take herself, or life, all that seriously. She was comfortable being herse

The task was quite simple and I managed to complete it quickly, since I had nothing else to do I grabbed a book from my bag and began reading. Deep into the book I forgot where I was. The storyline had me in a tight grip well until the book was taken out of my hand and I looked up to see Ryder. "What is he doing?' I thought, I cant keep playing these silly games. I dont want to be involved with him right now. 'Act normal, be kind Ayla.' I chanted in my head. "Can I have my book back." I say my voice monotone. I dont look up at him, I avert my gaze to his hand that held my precious book and wait.

His hand was huge and she was grasping his thumb in her whole fist trying to remove his hand, in doing so the netted veil got loosened and it slipped from her head and her shoulders but before it could fall on the floor, she grabbed it and bunched it on her chest. For a fleeting second her eyes whipped up and her breath hitched by the dark intense look in those dark obsidian eyes. She abruptly looked down and continued to struggle as her eyes became glassy. His grip was firm and like steel no matter how much she struggle he won't let go. Hamza watched in dire silence as she tried to struggle. He didn't know that grabbing her waist would make his hands come in direct contact with her soft ski

he smirked, looking at me intently with a cheeky smile. My brows slightly crossed. I lifted my chin, daring him to look at me even more. "Drew Mondragon," I muttered under my breath. He never smiled, and his eyes were still glued to mine. "Be tough, Beauty. This is the reality of your dreams. They will offer you something in exchange for sex. Some are vulgar as they want to taste you badly. You've got the body, the beauty, plus your name is Beauty." Drew's jaw tightened, and his eyes turned down, staring at my legs.

Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village." He tried to lift the blanket to look at me, yet I gripped it tightly. "Please—don't look at me!" Kevin had no choice but to wrap me and the blanket together in his arms. Even when I was living with the poor Larsons, I was well taken care of, with smooth, soft skin. But how could this emaciated woman with hollow eyes staring back at me now possibly be me? "Who said you're ugly? My lovely Cindy is the prettiest woman in the world!"

A woman wakes up and just as she is about to scream I bite her neck and drain her life. Another person wakes up at that moment and runs out of the tent screaming before I backhand them into a tree. Right when this happens, more come out of huts I did not see, the people are running and screaming, the warrior men leftover are shifting and charging towards me. The warrior lunges at me, and I dodge his attack. He growls as I jump onto his back wrap my arms around his throat and crush his neck. Some I backhand so hard, they flew through the air, others fall to the ground. I run through the village unleashing my wrath on anyone who dares to cross my path. I continue through the night battling an

" - suzangill ... Wear your battle scars, not as a flaw but an ornament. And see them shine even brighter than gold and diamonds. Mold your weaknesses into your strength, To become the best version of the scarred beauty of yourself. .... The End .... Thank you so much for being with me on this beautiful journey. Your love, comments and votes on this book have meant the world to me. I wish you all nothing but happiness and success in life. Take care! Love you all. Your dear author, Suzan❤️

She could feel her tender body bruising and muscles pulling under the strain of trying to fight him off, but she refused to succumb to him if she could help it. Ignoring her futile struggles, Peanut reveled in his victory. He got so lost in the delights of robbing her of her milk that he didn’t show caution and gauge how much he was taking. He also didn’t notice that she’d maneuvered her body so that she could forcefully bring her knee up into his groin until it was too late.

It was alive, breathing in the heart of a teenager named Kaitlyn, taking root in the conscience of a boy named Miguel. I looked at the manuscript on my desk. It was no longer just for me, or for us. It was a testament, a proof that a life filled with struggle could, in the end, be distilled into a single, powerful thing: hope. And that, I realized as Arthur took my hand in the firelight, was the most beautiful victory of all. ***

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it