The Push Novels & Stories

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."

Trying to push further in. “No,” I say. Not to Ezra. Not to Matteo. To it. The response is immediate. Interest spikes. Resistance noted. Adaptation initiated. It learns from the rejection. From the pushback. From the boundary. And it changes. The pressure shifts. Less direct. More subtle. Instead of pushing the fracture wider— It begins to pull. Gently. Carefully. On one side of me. The side that leaned toward it. The side that understood. The side that said I want more.

“Now my queen, PUSH!” I squeeze my mate’s hands tightly while I push, screaming my pain. Scott tells me, “Well done, my queen. That was very good. Now, again, you are going to push... Now! Push my queen, push!” I push again as hard as I can, while I feel the pain destroying me inside. Eric tells me, “That’s it babe, you’re doing amazing!” Alec adds, “You’re wonderful, honey! Go ahead! You can do it, mi love!”

“Don’t push too far.” I didn’t look at him. “I have to.” The whistle came again and Luciano’s voice followed. “Now!” We moved. The surge hit like a breaking wave, the entire front line driving forward at once, not cautious, not measured, but absolute, forcing through the resistance with sheer momentum as the battlefield shifted again, violently this time, the balance tipping, cracking, threatening to collapse under the force of it. “Push!” Javier roared. “Don’t stop.: !”

He quickly pulled out his hands and called the nurse who brought a tray in with his tools. “During your next contraction I need you to push. One of the babies is already head down in the birth canal.” Storm nodded and gritted her teeth. She squeezed my hand and took a deep breath and I watched as she pushed. “That’s it push down on my hand.” Doctor Greg said replacing his hand inside her. He took it back out and just kept telling her to push. She screamed and pushed again a head starting to come out. I watched in awe, her next push the shoulder were out and then the next the rest came out. Greg handed the baby off to the nurse and went back up inside her.

She pushed herself up on her feet. ' What does he want? Why didn't he tell me exactly? I can't wait for a week. I need my answers. ' " What happened? You can't run. " Em shook her head. She clenched her bag and rushed to the washroom. She fished out her phone and dialled his number immediately. It was busy. She hit the red button and dialled his number again. It was engaged again. Tears were rolling down her cheeks. Her heart was hammering, her legs were shaking. She held the counter to steady herself. It scared her. She couldn't comprehend him. Looking at his face now, gauging how serious he was about this engagement, it was frightening her.

Push. “Two.” Push. “Three—” My voice steadies. Sharpens. Focus locks in. Everything else disappears. Just rhythm. Just force. Just keeping her here. “Twenty-eight—twenty-nine—thirty.” “Clear!” Shock hits her. Her body jerks. Hard. I don’t flinch. Don’t stop. “Again.” Compressions resume. Faster. Stronger. More desperate. “Come on,” I mutter under my breath. “You don’t get to leave.”

This possessiveness and rivalry seem to be hard to get out of his system. "Luna, you're ready. One finger up means a normal push, but at two I expect a strong one". The doctor is now in the midwife's place and the contractions are coming faster every minute. With Gorgio's support, I managed to push my way through the contractions.

"I’ve got you! Just push it out!" Aiden felt the pressure in his skull vanish, replaced by an overwhelming, agonizing lightness. He pushed, forcing the frozen essence that had threatened to consume him into the connection he shared with Ignis. It was like pouring a river into a needle, yet the boy didn't break. He absorbed it, shifting the weight, redistributing the burden.

So I did just that. I pushed my hands forward and slowly pushed some pwers into my hands. I tried pushing in a lot. I never fully have practices to my full potential these days and I want to know how far I have grown. Steams starts to appear from my hands as I keep rolling them in a circular motion and when I push, a loud sound rattles the building making the ground shake. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT LUNA AND WHAT DID YOU DO? DO YOU WANT TO KILL US ALL?”