Always Keep Fighting Novels & Stories

Never show your opponent what cards you hold in your hand. Fighting is both a game of strategy and preservation. You fight to protect your people, who count on you. Whoever comes out on top is stronger; they’re the ones to be feared. You hold that title until you fall. To be the best and remain at the top, you must always believe you can improve. You must believe that you don’t deserve the title constantly proving yourself to others daily, that you earned it. Practice until you bleed, until your body aches, and keep pushing until your limbs are too heavy to move and breathing burns your lungs.

"I'm sure all your friends love to do what that man tried to do to me." "That is not what anyone does there. He shouldn't have been there. You shouldn't have been there." My hand was now positioned against the door handle, preparing myself to leave when I knew he was going to hurt me more and more. "Then what do you do there?" He finally let out a breath he had been holding since the beginning of the conversation and turned hastily towards me. "It's fucking illegal fighting. Are you happy now?"

New. Exactly what we needed. What we've always needed. A reason to keep going. Keep fighting. Keep living. For her. For all of them. For each other. However long it takes. Whatever it costs. We'll survive. Because that's what we do.

But deep inside me — beneath the pain, beneath the resignation, beneath the hollow ache — something hardened. The fight wasn’t over. And I wasn’t giving her up. Not to Myron. Not to fate. Not even to my own fear. Not ever.

Changed but intact. That's what matters. That's what we fought for. That's what we saved. Life. At any cost. In any form. Always worth it.

Holding on by sheer will. But fighting — always.

Endure everything. TO BE CONTINUED

Anthony roared, advancing with a threatening grin. I managed to get up, but my legs shook. Every time I tried to fight back, it was brutally returned. As he threw me down on my back, I could just about raise myself up again. I already felt weak, my breath came in gasps, and it wouldn't take much more of this. Why do you persist in your fighting?" Anthony growled, the hint of a sneer in his voice. "You're merely dragging out the inevitable." "I'm fighting because I have to," I retorted, forcing myself to stay upright. "Because if I don't, you'll keep on causing damage."

He's escalating. "We'll be right there," Derek says, hanging up. He looks at me. "This isn't over." "Then we keep fighting." I stand up, one hand protectively on my stomach. "Whatever it takes, we keep fighting." Because that's what you do when you're building a family, when you're trying to create something real and lasting. You fight for it. No matter how many times you get knocked down, you get back up and you fight.

Still becoming. Always.