The Self Disciplined Me Is Practically Invincible Novels & Stories

Dallas stirs beneath my skin, alert and restless. She is closer. The thought does not come as logic. It comes as instinct. And it settles deep in my chest, steady and undeniable. I rise without rushing. A king does not move in haste, even when anticipation claws at his patience. Discipline is what separates power from chaos. The cold water from the bath shocks my senses awake. I allow it to run over my shoulders, grounding myself in the present. Every movement is deliberate. Controlled. My reflection in the mirror stares back at me with intensity that borders on hunger.

He smiled, the wrinkles intensifying on his face, “Simple. Love and trust yourself. When you do not reject yourself, the outside world cannot reject you. When you control what you believe, you will not allow yourself to endure hurt and pain at every ostensible betrayal or assault.” There was a blissful serenity on his face as he looked at me, “You might have heard these lines by the Pakistani poet, ‘Khudi ko kar buland itana ke har taqdir se pehele, Khuda bande se khud pooche, beta teri raza kya hai.’ Become self-sustaining and self-generating, and even gods will wait around to lend a hand.”

The CEO And Me Author : Bayu Hidayat Translator : Yuriko *** Even though in reality Sagara's legs were not paralyzed, there was still a sense of annoyance when he heard people ridicule and gossip about him from their limp mouths. Secretary Ken walked towards a table with some dishes on it. His Young master wanted something to refresh his mind so that he wont get tired at times like this. He settled on a fruit salad which was placed in a middle-sized plastic container. It was decorated very nicely and has a classy touch.

Autumn once told me that this was not a nice way of using power and fame, maybe her words finally sunk into my brain. “Fuck!” I cursed. I had told myself multiple times that I would not let her come into my mind yet everything seemed to remind me of her and that sucked because, for her, I was only a replacement. I grabbed a bottle of beer and squeezed the cap off then took a mouthful of drink. Leaning against the kitchen counter, I watched a redhead making a beeline toward me. There was no mistaking the seductive smile she put on her face. Obviously, I was not in the mood but maybe this would finally fulfill my body’s craving for Autumn.

He asked her surprised in a painful tone and succumbed to the floor holding his crotch. This time Sania punched her pencil heel on Abraham’s stomach who roared in pain. “You dirty scum, it is not the strength, it is the assertiveness to fight for my rights, the self confidence and aplomb that I can win anything in this world with my willpower. It is the most important thing my husband instilled in me to fight scoundrels like you. As long as casanovas like you keep building up in this world vixens like me keep taking birth to whip away the sinning in the universe ”

A long groan filtered from my mouth. That's the freaking ticket. Just before my muscles spasmed from the tension, I let them go. Sank back into the mattress as my morning affirmations settled in my mind like the lifeline they truly were. Today is my bitch. I will make it call me Mistress Nik. Today, I will do my best. Nothing less than my best will be accepted. Today, I will rely only on myself. Others can't be trusted for too long. Today, I will not take advantage of the awesome life I've been given.

After getting up and sitting down again, she was too tired, got up, and decided to walk around the stage while talking and interacting with her audience. "Hello, Miss Adela, I've always admired you for a long time. My past is like a sad song. The one I love doesn't love me, the one who loves me is gone forever because of me. I thought I should die and give this beautiful life to someone else But I didn't and that's why I'm standing here today and talking to you. Most disappointing, she told me: 'Living a life is not easy, fear instills in us low self-esteem, no matter what we do, we will think we are a failure. But fear and boredom. hate yourself, loser, or whatever. It's the self in your mi

He radiated sharpness, hunger, and that intimidating energy found in those driven to prove themselves. “You’re chasing growth faster than your own reputation can keep up,” I pointed out. “And you’ve already left yours in the dust,” he countered, his reply full of unexpected depth. That piqued my interest—a calculated answer. I turned away and strolled toward the window, allowing him to follow my movement with his eyes. “I don’t invest in mere potential,” I asserted. “I invest in discipline.” “I possess that,” he responded quickly, a hint of urgency in his tone.

Harper POV My spine snapped tight, and my heart hammered wildly. I instinctively turned to flee, but Adrian swiftly pulled me back, pinning me against his solid chest. "It's alright. It's just me." I struggled on instinct, but his hold was unbreakable. "Cry if you need to." His arms tightened, his voice a deep thrum that seeped into my core. His embrace was warm, and I gave up the struggle. The tears I had suppressed for so long broke free. My shoulders convulsed with sobs as I collapsed weakly against him.

After being abroad for five years for work, I followed the address given by my boyfriend, Gavin Hayes, and arrived at what was supposed to be our future home. The door swung open, and a young woman stood there holding a child in her arms. “Who are you looking for?” Before I could even gather myself from the shock, she spoke again. “A colleague of my husband Gavin, are you? “Did he trouble you with dropping off food for me? “I’ve told him countless times. It’s my second pregnancy—he really needs to stop getting so worked up over it.” She stepped back, then invited me inside. “Why don’t you come in and sit for a bit?” Watching her beam with joy, all I could think of was Gavin’s promise to take