When Push Comes To Shove Book Novels & Stories

I blinked several times with anticipation, running a finger down his cheek as I eyed his hesitance. "But what?"I whispered, leaning in impatiently. The bookcase wasn't a very comfortable thing to be pushed up against, either, the spines of the shelved volumes pricked at my back. I squirmed between the shelf and West's body, trying to get control over my skyrocketing heartbeat. "You have to understand, I'm not from a normal family," he almost whimpered, his lower lip quivering. "Like hell if I care," having waited enough, I leaned closer. Only I wasn't leaning closer, I was falling back. Because something very powerful had made the bookshelf move, and instead of neatly arranged books, there w

Chloe bit her lip, repeating through her tears and grievance, "You used force to push me down in front of everyone!" "Ah." I nodded slightly, reaching up to smooth a crease on my jacket. In the very next second, my body moved so fast that no one could even track my footsteps. I closed the distance right in front of Chloe, raised my hand, and drove a real, solid shove right into her shoulder. THUD! CRASH!

The box tilted toward her. And then—oh shit. Books. So many books. They came tumbling down like they had a personal vendetta. She shrieked, flinched, arms up in defense— —and then were the pain of hurtling books was supposed to come she lost her breath as she was slammed into the wall. Hard. A weight hit her like a linebacker, pinning her back, breath stolen right from her lungs. Something—someone—pressed against her, caging her in, shielding her body from the paper apocalypse.

It was an unexpected shove, executed with a desperate, furious energy that caught me entirely off guard. My feet scraped backward on the polished floor, forcing me to take several involuntary steps. I stumbled, recovering my balance quickly, but the momentary loss of control, the sheer impudence of being pushed by him, ignited a fresh inferno in my blood. No one, absolutely no one, had ever pushed me. No one had ever made me step back.

"You killed your own mother. Your father allowed it to happen, and now you're blaming me? You and your father are both ungrateful monsters. If your mother were still alive, she would never forgive you two!" Nicholas cried hysterically, "It wasn't me! I didn't kill Mommy!" His body trembled. His clothes tore apart as his bones cracked and shifted. His teeth grew longer, as did his nails, and a howl tore out of him. "This is bad! Mr. Nicholas is shifting!" Nicholas' blood was too strong. His body couldn't handle the agony of shifting. He started convulsing intensely, gasping for air as blood spilled from his nose and mouth.

Hi guys, welcome to the sequel for Shy- Defeated ! Hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being patient for this to come out ! It will probably not make much sense to begin with, but bare with me and all will be explained in the upcoming chapters. And please, do not moan at me about the events that happen in this book, I have have these planned for a long time and I'm not changing them or writing them just to please readers, what happens in this book has always been my idea and plan since writing the first book. Please respect that because the amount of hate I received on the ending of Shy was disgusting and put me off writing for a while.

Too close, I may as well smell his aftershave. “Be my guest,” he said mischievously. “I will push you away, Chaise Anderson, if I need to. I want to close up early tonight.” He raised a brow. “I dare you.” “Great!” I extended my hand to his chest and gave him a quick shove. But he was quicker than me. He reached for my hand and pulled me towards him instead. I was too shocked to react. I dropped the rest of the books I was carrying. My hand was caught in Chaise’s hands and chest.

My own body. I don’t even remember which book I came for anymore. I just keep shelving titles I’ve already read, like that would shelf away my reality. Five in my left hand, one in my right. I stretch forward to slide it in— A hand grabs my left. Another supports my right. I gasp, jerking slightly. My knees almost buckle as the books threaten to fall from my grip. “Careful, wifey,” Joel murmurs behind me. I don’t turn right away. I don’t have to. His scent stings my senses before his face does.

Christian shrugs his shoulders “There is no author of the book, but they see you as a threat Ashley and they will keep coming for you because they know you exist” “Well, they can try”

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth