Beaten But Not Defeated Novels & Stories

Victory tasted like ashes. But it was still a victory. And we'd survived to fight another day. TO BE CONTINUED...

either you eat or get eaten that's the rule of nature Fearless,bold ,terrifying, brave vocabulary of rumors seemed to change little does they know the person behind the walls remains the same but i would prefer to be a little misunderstood than to be hurt by others again i would rather play bad guy then be at stake of a bad guy either you play or get played that's the rule of nature Be the predictor not prey be the chaser not runner be the alpha not omega after all it's better to be strong and a little misunderstood"

But there they stood in the cavernous hall, the shadow of Harper's humiliation hanging between them, the taste of triumph bitterness in their mouths, having won the battle but with the shadow of the war just growing and deepening, a chill reminder that certain enemies are not defeated by ballots or bravery, but only driven to greater, more sinister depths. The humiliation was total, but it was not a conclusion. It was an incubation. ----

Not broken. But whole. Forever.

It wasn’t friendly. More like victorious.

“I won’t repeat myself” The call dropped and silent enveloped Klaus. The word ‘defeat’ was new to him, he couldn’t believe just how pathetic this feeling was. It left him feeling super crappy. The ongoing battle between Nicklaus and Juliet was an unspoken war and they never once lost but right now, he could almost taste the slap of failure. The patrol team approached his direction and their expressions were enough to seal his fate. “Nothing” “Got it, prepare to move out”

Before I knew it changelings were beating on me as hard as they could. Each one of them scratched, kicked and whipped my body. I looked over to Tony and Sylvia and noticed they were pretty badly beaten. They gave up on fighting back at this point. We were losing and badly. Their bodies were covered in their own blood as they cried out from every thrash on them. I tried my best not to give them the satisfaction of any kind of noise. It didn’t work so well because every time they kicked me, I couldn’t help but grunt. The pain was so unbearable, my body ached, I wanted to cry out for them to stop but I knew they wouldn’t.

"Besides, you were so cruel to leave me alone when you knew the floor was this slippery." "Sorry, really, I was just trying to avoid you because you wanted to hit me. But in the end, I still got hit by you again. I lost, 1-0." I tightened my grip on Grayson's waist. "It seems like I'm the only one who can beat you." "Of course. Because I let you win, but not anyone else." I stuck out my tongue. "You're good at bragging." "Hey, I'm serious. I won't let anyone else beat me. But if it's you, I can make an exception."

My pride has been deeply wounded. “That was impressive. Now I understand what the hype is all about.” “No, it's not!” I stubbornly deny it. “You beat me ten rounds on ten. That's a disgrace.” “You resisted ten rounds. Most people say their safeword at the fifth or sixth round. It's not always about winning. Resilience has a big role to play in the battle field.” “What's the essence of being resilient when you can't win in the end?” “It keeps you alive to fight another day.” My mouth seals shut. “You are amazing.” Something like a smile tugs at the corner of his lips, but the dissapears the moment it forms, but I know it was there.

The battle isn’t over. It’s just beginning.