Beaten But Not Defeated Novels & Stories

Comment by Deborah Lim: 点名商场 got typo probably is 点名上场 "Why can't I perform well? If I could beat Timothy and Steven during the afternoon, I certainly could beat them a second time tomorrow. I've never lost before, and I will not lose!" Melvin was embarrassed to be chided by Victoria. His gaze darkened with regret. She looked at the way Victoria had been full of confidence. He felt as if his enthusiasm was renewed.

Like l need to beat someone. Did you just call me bitch? She asked. Yeah l did and l can call you that hundred times because am already disgusted with this bitch attitude of yours. I repeated and this time she became furious. Watch your mouth you fool and don't blame because you brought this to your self. Having that came out of her mouth, she lunged towards me with her hands like try to tear my face at once. But l was first enough and dodged.ln no time she came at me again and still l doged her attack.

Defeated. ---

“We did it. But it’s not over.” He grinned, crooked and tired. “It never is.” Fen came up beside us, his expression unreadable. “You ready for the next fight?” I almost laughed. “What, that wasn’t it?” He shook his head. “The world doesn’t change because you win a Rite. The world changes because you make them remember what it costs to keep you down.”

"He was defeated. He should have been very careful and cautious when facing so many powerful enemies, but he was so complacent because of the success of his first attack." "This could be said to be due to his lack of experience and personality. However, no matter what, since he was defeated, he should bear the consequences and lessons." "Thus, regardless of whether or not he is defeated by you all, or if he is to be humiliated by you all, I feel that it is fine." "However, he is still one of my people. After giving you what you should give, you should know when to stop." "This slap is for you."

The crowd followed suit, laughing like I was some sick joke meant to entertain them. Without hesitation, I clutched the front of my maid’s dress tightly and stepped forward. The last thing I wanted was to be beaten again—for being disrespectful, for being defiant. The last time, I had bruises for days. Who knew what worse might follow this time? As soon as I stepped onto the stage, I bowed my head low, not daring to look up. But I didn’t need to. I could feel them—every gaze, every stare, burning into my skin with quiet contempt.

But something had cracked beneath the surface, something ugly and furious. I leaned closer, lowering my voice like the mirror could hear me. "You lost a round," I whispered. "Not the war." I'd been here before—not in this palace, not with these stakes, but I'd tasted defeat before. When I was younger, competing for Rogers' attention against prettier girls with better bloodlines. Everyone thought I'd lost then too. But I'd learned something valuable: the woman who accepts defeat stays defeated. The woman who adapts, who learns, who waits for the right moment—she wins everything.

A beat. “Not unless necessary.” Silence. Because that That was the line. Thin. Sharp. Unforgiving. And once it was crossed There would be no pulling back.

So we all stared at Becka with mouth agape as she gave First a cold stare. "I don't like anyone questioning my combative abilities cause I tend to give them samples that leave a permanent mark so that they won't forget it." Becka said without removing the bread knife. No one dared to stop her or hold her hand cause one wrong move and it'll hit First's eye. But her grip is firm and steady. If something would happen, it would be First's fault cause he moved and he provoked her in the first place. I gulped as I saw how nervous First is and how he tried his best to not move even an inch, afraid that Becky would really attack him.

"And he will continue to be if we talk and I remain unharmed." "You little bitch-"