The Courage To Be Disliked Book Novels & Stories

Tears were threatening to fall from my eyes, but I didn't shed in front of the people who never cared about me. "Monika," Gloria called me but didn't find any words to ease my pain or justify the suffering they caused me. I sneakily wiped my tears and was about to go when Gloria held my hand. "This much hatred, Minika... You're not like this" Gloria said. I passed her a painful smile. "When the people around you keep hurting you, then it happens, Gloria. You start hating people after seeing their true colour" I said. My voice sounds like my situation: broken.

“Trust isn’t something you just switch on. It’s something you build, gradually, with little steps. And part of that is learning to sit with discomfort.” Alexis scowled. “Discomfort?” “Yes. Opening up, being defenceless, it’s awkward, particularly for somebody who’s used to protecting themselves.” Dr. Patel inclined forward marginally. “But discomfort isn’t the same as peril. Just since it feels frightening doesn’t mean it’s going to hurt you.” Alexis jeered. “Easier said than done.” Of course,” Dr. Patel concurred. “But you’ve as of now taken the first step by coming here. That shows me you’re willing to try.”

"I find you to be a very strange girl, but a foolish one at that. Because only people like you don't know when to stop. " "Thank you for that. I take pride in my behavior; at the very least, I am not scared to air my views whenever I deem it fit. " Her laughter was a cynical one. "You claim to be so courageous, but yet you bow your head before me and you can't bring yourself to look me in the eye." "I don't see-" You're pathetic. Yes, that's what you are. You're scared of me, aren't you? " My face tightens. I wanted to wipe away the disgust she wore proudly on her face. "I am anything but disrespectful. A healthy dose of fear is tantamount to living a long and lasting life. "

I unbelievably stated. And I do not want to return the book. That book is giving me answers. All of my questions before were answered by that book. I need to hide it, I need to keep it safe. I don't know what's urging me to do that, but I want to keep that book and hide it. I'm so sick of believing their lies. I hate dancing to the rhythm of uncertainty- I can't dance on that kind of rhythm in life. I want to be certain with my move and most importantly, I want to protect all of them. I do not want to be anybody's weakness.

At least not yet. I approached my locker looking to the ground again. I'm a coward A big stupid coward. Once I got to where they were, it took a billion nerves of courage to speak up. "p-please c-can i get m-my b-b-book?" I said and as usual, it was almost a whisper but I expected him to at least hear it. He just glared at me, then smirked before moving away. what the!! he just moved!! without hitting me!! That was the last reaction I had expected.

Healing is a choice, and choosing it is an act of courage. I know that this is not a common trope, but c'mon, guys... Sometimes, someone just has to address these issues. They affect real people and we all might benefit from this awareness. That said, I am grateful for all of you who have been supportive of my books throughout my writing journey. Many hugs....

Anyone who dared to threaten her again would face his full wrath. Hey guys pls support my new book and pls your gifts will do well to motivate me

“I’ve known her for a while now and I like her, a lot, but I've never seen her behave like that. It's not cool.” Chloe reached over and laid a hand on his leg. “Don't let this come between you and your friends,” she said. “I don't know why Becky doesn't like me, but it's okay. Not everyone has to like me. I know that some women take an instant dislike to me and it usually has nothing to do with me and everything to do with someone else in their past. Don't let it upset you and don't let it ruin a friendship. I'm not worth it.”

Oliver thought for a moment. “The boy was scared.” “He was.” “But he still helped his friend.” Ava nodded. “Sometimes courage begins before fear ends.” Oliver smiled. “I think that is why I liked him.” Emily, who had been organizing returned books according to Ava’s unusual system, looked up with curiosity. “Which shelf?” Ava laughed. “You already know?” Emily nodded confidently. “He belongs on the courage shelf.” Oliver looked between them. “There is a courage shelf?” “There is.” “And a hope shelf.”