A Worthy Opponent Novels & Stories

I want to test the prowess of the one who has got me this fragile-hearted. I turn my head to look for Zane, the head warrior. “I believe he is one of your best too,” I say after sighting him. “He is.” Zane wastes no time in responding. “Good,” was what I uttered before looking back at my newest opponent. “So, are you ready?”

Every day, resisting her felt less like strength and more like self-punishment. On the screen in front of him, a small security feed played, footage from the café. Aria’s movements. Her expressions. Every microsecond replayed. He zoomed in. Her jaw tightened when she lied. “Smart girl,” he murmured. “But not smart enough.” “Why her? She’s a journalist. That’s trouble.” Luca frowned. Dominic smirked faintly. “Because trouble’s how I test loyalty. Even my own.” Rain hit the windows hard, blurring the city outside. Aria sat on her couch, laptop open, the glow painting her face pale.

I remember my boss' saying, 'Always try to discover your opponent's weakness' and I guess I found one. This makes me wonder, how come he is India's one of the best wrestlers! May be his over-confident and self-centred personality is defeating him. "Woah! I can't believe, you won... For real!", As soon as I strode toward my boss, I heard Neil saying this in awe. "What do you take me for? I'm not merely a street fighter and moreover, when your opponent is a misogynist then you have no choice but to beat him.", I said in frustration, feeling all eyes on me.

The full, unimpeachable, cooperative account. He thought about sixty days. He thought about the specific, infuriating precision of a move designed not to block the case but to delay it past a jurisdictional deadline that would reduce it from comprehensive to partial. He thought about his father's business maxim, delivered once at a dinner table when Alexander was twelve and had not understood it yet but had stored it with the unconscious fidelity of a child storing things that carry authority: The most dangerous opponent is not the one who attacks frontally. It is the one who waits for you to make your move and then adjusts the rules of the game.

“I may be a girl, but I’m not weak.” Too bad, I had hoped for an evenly matched opponent, not an untrained warrior like this. His well-built body should have been his advantage to knock the opponent down. But he didn’t train his emotions well. I shook off the dust from my hands as I saw that he couldn’t get up again. What a fool. Just for the sake of hundreds of millions, he and his friend were desperate to attack a strong pack. Did they think Alpha Maddox would easily give Alpha Axel away?

“Anger is not a good trait. But being a doormat is even worse. I will rather he endures no fool than watch him being oppressed and torn down.” She arched an eyebrow. “Well, you got your wish. He really never thinks twice before raising his fist.” “Kael will never beat an innocent person.” I answered immediately. “What good does being innocent do?” She snapped, her eyes turning colder. I stared at her. She held my gaze without blinking. “Wisdom is profitable to direct. A wise man picks his battles carefully and knows when to endure. What good does winning and being in the right do you if it causes you to lose the very reason you started your important race?”

the woman said. Aiden didn’t turn. “I know.” “She saw you.” He smiled faintly. “Good.” The woman tilted her head. “You failed.” “No,” he said quietly. “I warned her. And she answered the way I wanted her to. Now she’s awake. She’ll fight.” He turned at last, eyes glowing faintly gold. “And war needs an opponent brave enough to draw a sword. Now she’ll raise one.” The woman said nothing. Aiden looked into the fire.

So, thinking that there is someone or several persons capable of approaching her study and dropping such a letter and going unnoticed, she couldn't help but admire this person's attentiveness. "Haah, it seems I am now up against a worthy opponent!"

The man he had underestimated was everywhere he could not reach. Nathaniel’s loss was total. And for the first time, truly, irrevocably, he understood that some battles could not be won with money, influence, or threats. Some victories were meant to belong to those who were worthy, who were loved, who were free. And Isla Hart, glowing and unstoppable, carried her life forward, leaving Nathaniel to stew in shadows that would never touch her again.

“Did you see those two?” I frowned and looked back at the stage. They were still fighting. Still refusing to fall. “What about them?” I asked quietly. Benson’s gaze stayed on me for a moment before returning forward. “Just like them… you and your opponent will fight without shifting.” My eyes narrowed slightly. “…Jude chose your opponent,” he continued. “And she’s not simple. No one here is.” My heart skipped. I stayed silent and continued listening. “…She may not be among the strongest,” Benson added, his tone measured, “but she’s stronger than you.”