10 Brave Novels & Stories

Martha shoots me a weird look: “No? Why do you think I give the offender opportunity to show his navel? I practice Taekwondo, girl!” I breathe in an air of relief, “Good for you.” And thank God it’s not Kent. Despite being cocky, he is, after all, telling the truth.

If there was silence before, now it was so sharp that it felt it was slicing the air. “I do not want anyone of you to become a target of the wrath that I feel is coming our way. And in the coming days, I am going to set up some security measures to ensure the safety of my people, you all. I want you all to cooperate with me. I do not want any daredevils in my kingdom, I only want brave men, women, and children who are ready to do what is asked of them. Know that bravery is not just picking up the weapon and running to fight, sometimes bravery is also dropping your weapon and stepping back when you are asked to do so. In both scenarios, I feel the latter situation is more dire and braver beca

"That doesn't mean anything. It's just my name. But look at you, you're really brave. Ever since I met you. You've rarely chickened out easily. I mean I'm the Alpha and only a handful of people can stand up against me but you looked at me directly in the eye the first day we met and tried to do that. Trust me, that takes a whole lot of bravery." "I guess you can say that," I chuckled. "I am really brave and sharper than you, Alpha Blade." "Teach me your ways, master," he joked. "How can I be as brave as you?" "Are you kidding me?" I laughed. "You're way braver than me. Did you listen to yourself a few hours ago? The fact that you're ready to fight for us despite our differences is a lot. And

"well, I mean,I've seen girls cuter than you." "Wh...hey!" I snapped. "I will say something along the lines of though," he continued,ignoring my indignant huff of air. I crossed my arms "I bet he won't believe you." "Why do you think that?" "No one could fall for you with your attitude," I remarked offhandedly. Jaden whipped his head towards me."What? I have a charming tactful personality! I've closed many deals and solve many issues with my personality." "I can't believe you just described yourself as tactful."

"I'm so proud of you for being brave enough to perform in front of everyone." "Were you scared when you first gave business speeches?" she asked as we walked to the car. The question caught me off-guard. "Very scared. But I learned that being brave doesn't mean you're not afraid—it means you do important things even when you're afraid." "Like how Mommy was brave when she fought to keep me safe? And Daddy was brave when he came back to help us?" "Exactly like that." I helped her into her car seat, struck again by this child's ability to understand complex emotions. "Emma, what would you like to know about our family? About being a Romano?"

"And before that, I was helping Andy do terrible things to people. I'd say that qualifies as damaged." "Riley doesn't think you're damaged," Ollie said firmly. "He thinks you're brave." The word hit me like a physical blow. Brave. I'd never thought of myself as brave. Desperate, maybe. Reckless, certainly. But brave suggested a kind of nobility I wasn't sure I deserved. "I'm not brave," I said quietly. "I'm just trying to survive." "Sometimes that's the same thing," Ollie replied with surprising wisdom.

His hand reached up and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. His touch sent a shiver down my spine. My breath caught. “I knew you were brave,” he murmured. “But this...” Our faces were inches apart. “I did it for my mom,” I whispered. His lips twitched. “Keep telling yourself that.” His eyes flicked down to my lips, and for a moment, I thought he might kiss me. Then a door slammed upstairs. Diego turned away, jaw tight again, retreating to the cold version of himself.

“ You didn’t break down, didn’t stay down, didn’t give up, and didn’t run away. ” The haze leaves my mind slowly. The sun has set down completely, and gradually, the darkness is spreading in the world around me but for some reason…it doesn’t scare me. “ Do you know what those people are called that don’t do any of these things even when they have a chance? ” He turns the paper nonchalantly. I grip the hem of my skirt and continue to stare at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “ They are called brave. ” He whispers, taking his eyes off the papers and finally looking into my awaiting eyes. “ You are a brave woman, Little Butterfly. Don’t call yourself pathetic. That’s a lie. ”

“And we will. But not recklessly. Every move we make has to be precise.” Her fingers hesitated above the keyboard. “Precise… yes. But we also need to be brave. We can’t afford to be afraid anymore. Not you, not me… not anyone who’s standing with us.” He leaned closer, his breath brushing her ear. “Bravery isn’t the absence of fear, Scarlett. It’s moving forward despite it. And I… I’ll move forward as long as you’re beside me.” Scarlett’s heart skipped a beat. The warmth of his words contrasted sharply with the icy fear that lingered in her chest. She turned to face him, searching his eyes for any sign of doubt, any flicker of uncertainty but found none. Only resolve.

He nodded. “It always helped my mother, too.” For a while, neither of us spoke. The silence between us was not awkward at all. It was comforting. Finally, Wesley broke it. “Are you afraid?” I gave a quiet laugh. “Terrified.” “Good.” I blinked. “Good?” “The fearless are reckless.” He looked into my eyes. “The brave are simply those who keep moving despite being afraid.” His words settled deeply within me. Without thinking, I reached for his hand.