Always Keep Fighting Novels & Stories

A promise. We would fight. We would protect. We would rise. And we would never be broken again.

"Promise me." "I promise. If you die I'll keep fighting. Keep building. Keep making your death mean something. But Freya?" I tilt her face up. "You're not dying. Neither of us is dying. We're surviving. Together. Because that's what we do. We survive. We fight. We win. Together. Always together." "Always together." She agrees. Though we both know it's a promise we might not be able to keep. Tomorrow is unpredictable. One or both of us might not survive. Might not make it. Might die fighting for what we believe in.

Rising still. Always.

“She didn’t win every battle. But she never stopped fighting.” And neither would I.

We'd keep winning. One impossible day at a time. To be continued ---

She was always confident and strong, never once doubting herself. "Of course we will not fail." He said sternly and helped her stand up. "We're family, we don't give up. And we will always fight for each other, Alexandra needs you Prea. You and Win, that's all she really needs right now, her partners for life, the people who will always fight alongside her. If you're not there right now, Win, if neither of you is there when she needs you the most she will not be able to keep going. Don't. Ever. Give. Up. Who taught you that?"

“You will never win a fair fight against something bigger and stronger than you, Ember. So you don’t fight fair. You fight smart. You find the thing that breaks, and you break it, and you don’t feel bad about it, because the person trying to kill you certainly won’t.” “Fight smart,” I echo. “Fight dirty. Fight to live.” He steps back into his guard. “Now. Again. And show me you were listening.”

Chapter 43 - Mia Lauren "Nobody hits you as hard as life, but not as hard as you can hit yourself. It doesn't matter how hard you hit, but how much you can take and keep fighting; how much you can endure and keep moving forward. That's what victory is made of." - Rocky Balboa

I’ll fight until the storm dies.

As long as I was playing the lifeless puppet whose strings were in his hands, I was wife, lioness and when I fought, I became Aria. “You’re going to stay still and let the doctor do his work.” He roared, “I don’t want a single sound coming out of your fucking mouth.” In times like this, I often asked myself, ‘Why fight? Let him do what he wants and get over with this.’ So why did I fight? I was taught not to give up. I was taught to keep on fighting.