Beaten But Not Defeated Novels & Stories

The kind that doesn’t run. The kind that fights back.

I shrugged, not seeing any connection with what this had to do with me. “It is amazing that you were able to beat my wolf without utilizing your wolf fully. I can’t begin to imagine what you had to go through to feel the need to work so hard to prove yourself. I gracefully accept defeat, but I look forward to a rematch in the future.” As much as I enjoyed hearing him laugh, I was still stuck on him saying I beat him.

I mutter. "You have had a rough go of it," she agrees. "I think the other symptoms showing up today combined with the back pain may mean things are starting to happen." "God, I hope so," I huff out. "I don't know how much more I can take." "Oh honey, you're going to find out you can take so much more than you realize. Welcome to motherhood." I grunt my thanks, noncommittally, just before Caleb jumps up from his chair, cheering for a third strike out, moving this game right back into the grasp of his beloved team at the top of the tenth.

On further deliberation, she decided against that. They couldn't count their chicks before they hatched. They couldn't be celebrating a win when they hadn't won. They couldn't be celebrating their victory when they hadn't been victorious, when there was no vanquished. All of that would be put on hold till when the actual victory came, and then they would celebrate. They would celebrate like never before in the face of their victory but all that couldn't be done now. It was way too early.

"Do you know the difference between strong wolves and weak wolves?" She shook her head. "The weak ones believe defeat defines them." Silence filled the room. "But the strong ones learn from it." His words settled deeply within her while he continued. "You were not defeated because you're worthless, you were defeated because you're inexperienced." It was the simple truth, yet hearing it spoken aloud somehow eased the weight on her chest. "That's something that can be fixed." Aria stared at him quietly and for the first time all day, hope flickered inside her.

"Yes. Eventually. When I can make it sound less like defeat and more like choice." I smiled despite everything. "That's fair."

The patient really has schizoaffective disorder. Mike and I looked at each other and I can see that he, same as me, didn't expect that Maze was quite a big brain. And a conceited one! I looked at Mac and his expressions clearly show defeats. He also looks upset but couldn't do anything cause it's obvious that he lost and that picking on Maze is not a good idea at all. 'Well, who would've thought that this arrogant vocalist is smart?' I looked at Maze and he's just staring blankly at the screen and sighed as if he's already bored.

She grinned at me, tapping my desk with those awful red nails. I’d tolerated her bossy arrogance for years, the way she masked intimidation with apathy. I knew she saw me as threat. It wouldn’t hurt to give her a piece of her own cake. “According to Bernard, Voughan found me worthy,” I said calmly. “So it’s what they see and want, not what anyone else thinks. I deserve this. If not me, then who? I match the criteria. I’m nothing mediocre — just admit it. Don’t worry about the training; that’s my problem, not yours.”

An unimaginable feeling of ecstasy overwhelms me. I smile pleased, satisfied. Roman will regret underestimating me. #####################

Thinking of him and that day makes me angry, and I lunge at him. He quickly dodges my attack, and that makes me angrier. “Think Elena, look at your opponent, find his weakness and use it against him.” Martin coaches on the side. “Blood Moon warriors have no weakness.” The guy I am paired with says with a smirk on his face and that just pisses me off.