Novel & Cerita ความยากลำบาก

I stared at the screen. Then read it again and again but much louder this time, trying to make it make sense to me. “‘A person or thing that makes a situation more difficult than it already is.’” Silently, I blinked once. “…Seriously?” I scoffed bitterly. “So I’m difficult now?” My thumb hovered over the screen as I reread the definition. A person… that makes a situation more difficult. My brows slowly pulled together.“Or…” I whispered to myself.“…Did he mean I’m making his life difficult?”

Too much that there remained no place for anything new. Her hands bent backwards around her dress, untying the complex knots. She remembered the hard work of five women that had improvised on the spot, crisscrossing the strands into a beautiful pattern. Now as her limbs bent into an uncomfortable position, she traced nothing in particular, unable to find the loose ends. After minutes of nothing but struggles, Tara dearly wished for Venetia, she had been right about the difficulty that went behind the dress. Tara released a sharp sigh in defeat, rubbing her exhausted muscles, wondering how really long the terrible night was before she saw him behind her.

Lillian nodded vigorously at what her mother said, her voice still failing her. Margaret let out a dry chuckle, “oh please, stop this foolishness. Contended with what you have? What do you have? No tell me, what do you have, what are you contended with? A house in dire need of repair and that is not even yours? You are sick with breast cancer but you can’t even afford money for your surgery, yet you say you are contended with what you have. Spare me that rubbish and take the money you and I know you need.”

Three more to go. And each one would be harder than the last.

It hurts alot. ************

After lunch, just a couple of more classes, football and I will be free to hide in my room. Well, my 'I will survive period' ended really fast when math class started. From what I am seeing, I only know how to calculate - addition and subtraction. If I wish to at least finish school, I need help, fast. I waited a bit to speak with the teacher if she can help me somehow or maybe let me pass the subject. You know I am new, nice, and charming. I approached the teacher ready to blink my eyes, flash my beautiful smile but her face sent my dreams to crash and burn the same second. The look she had was do not approach me, I will not help, I have no interest in helping, I wish not to be here. But I

Therefore, it was very difficult for Samuel to make it! Time swiftly flowed by. The situation of Samuel was also becoming worse...

🌧️Struggle and hardship don’t weaken this story—they give it grounding, a texture that makes every soft moment even more earned. It doesn't have to be dramatic or loud. It can show up in small ways: creative doubt, emotional exhaustion, the ache of misunderstanding, or the weight of choosing to remain after pain.

It shouldn't be that hard right? ~~~~

through.As the day drew to a close,Janet found herself torn between her desire to return home and the intense connection she felt with Oliver. She knew she had to make a decision soon, and her conversation with Derek only added to her confusion."Hey, babe," Derek's voice came through the phone. "I've been trying to call you for hours. Are you okay? When are you coming back?"Janet took a deep breath before responding. "I'm okay, Derek. I'm still at the Alpha's pack. I don't know when I'm coming back yet. I'll let you know soon."There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line. Janet could feel Derek's frustration through the phone."Janet, you've been gone for weeks. What's going on