Beaten But Not Defeated Novels & Stories

That's all I said before walking away. The sound of the speaker brought back my senses. I was tired of looking at the scoreboard. They won the game. All I could hear was the loud chanting of the crowds. I can't smile. I'm happy that they won the game but I'm not in myself right now. I am in another dimension. "Amber!"

For the first time, he sounded reasonable to me. "This is true in all aspects of life. You can't accept defeat without at least trying. And you will undoubtedly lose the game if you believe you are incapable of defeating your opponent," he explained. "I have never met Dante or seen him fight, so I am not sure what his true strength is. Based on how students regard him, I am confident that he is a person of great strength, but I cannot let what others say bring me down. I am confident in my ability and skill, and I am confident that I will defeat him because I don't doubt myself. You should think like this as well"

He glares at me. “Not we’re not,” he refutes. “I’m not done yet. I will beat you.” He claims he will beat me, but he is still unable to recover his full strength. I sigh and shake my head. “You are not able to beat me,” I reply. “You have yet to land a single blow on me, but you’ve already run out of stamina. I, on the other hand, am perfectly fine and could continue to fight for several more hours.”

“But clever doesn’t always mean dangerous. She’s emotional. Sentimental. Easily distracted.” I swallowed hard, my chest tightening. If only she knew. “Still,” the man said, lowering his voice, “we shouldn’t underestimate her. Rivers blood has a way of surviving.” Beatrice smiled. Slow. Cold. “Surviving,” she echoed. “Yes. But not winning.” The word echoed in my head long after the audio faded into silence. Winning. I stopped the recording and leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking beneath me. My heart was pounding—not from fear, but from something sharper. Something colder.

“I’m not upset that you are no longer married to Mr. Carter. I’m happy, because that means I don’t have to see him anymore. I don’t do I, Mommy?” “Not unless you want to, baby.” “Anton, what did the doctor say? Do I have a brain bruise?” I look at Anton. He lets out a sigh. “Yes. You needed five stitches in your chin, a fractured jaw from hitting the frozen ground, and you broke your wrist.” “It didn’t hurt until Miss Ruth pulled on it. My wrist wasn’t from the fall, Mommy.”

As soon as the hammer went down, the festive sound of the drum and gong rang! Matty was complacent. He was not depressed like he was before, and he said loudly, “You have to be willing to admit defeat when you lose. There shouldn’t be a loser who can’t afford to admit defeat, right?” Lucius’s expression instantly changed. He looked at Matty, and his eyes fell on Sienna again. After being defeated in her hands several times, Lucius clenched his teeth and laughed angrily. “Who said that I can’t admit defeat? Isn’t it just taking off my clothes? Why should I be afraid as a man?!”

Don’t tell me he’s going to end up dead in a dark alley like in the original book. [Come on, supporting character! Don’t give up. You still have a bright future!] The pain in my body grew numb. Being beaten was something I had grown used to. Ever since I was little, whenever my mom had a bad day, she would hit me without warning. Sometimes, both my parents would beat me for fun. My body was covered in scars, but now I felt no pain. I was waiting for the right moment, after all. A moment to completely turn the tables.

I began, my voice filled with a mix of contemplation and understanding. "It's not personal, really. It's just that when someone's life appears more challenging or miserable than their own, it somehow makes them feel better about their own circumstances." Cree looked up at me, his young eyes full of curiosity. "But why is that, Elder sister? Shouldn't we be happy when others succeed?" I chuckled, appreciating his innocence and genuine desire to understand. "In an ideal world, yes, we should celebrate each other's success. But people are complex creatures, and sometimes their own insecurities and struggles cloud their ability to rejoice in someone else's triumph."

Jamie stares at the words. They never won. They just defeated the opening act. The real enemy is still out there. And they're done hiding.

"Mtungagore my Azanian friend, failure is a bitter pill to swallow. I was so close to victory. However, I promise you this, I will not sleep until I figure out how to break through that barrier. I will enter that godforsaken pack and I will burn all those mutts down. They are cowards! Hiding behind a fortress erected by an adolescent! I refuse to back down. I promise you this, henceforth, I will be taking calculative steps. No more will I ever celebrate victory in the making. I have learnt. I will gather those gods strength and weaknesses and I am going to wipe them all of the face of the earth. I will be the winner and I will be gladly waiting to see them swallow down this butter pill calle