Book About Being Brave Novels & Stories

"We're going to fight. We're going to help put the bad people in jail so they can't hurt anyone ever again." "Is that dangerous?" Rowan asked. "A little bit. But the police will protect us. And we'll all be together." "Are you scared?" Nova looked at Jaxon with those big, trusting eyes. He could have lied. Could have said no, been the brave daddy. But he didn't. "Yes," he admitted. "I'm scared. Very scared." "But you're still going to fight?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because you can be both. Scared and brave at the same time. Being brave doesn't mean you're not afraid. It means you're afraid but you do the right thing anyway."

"It's also admitting you're not like everybody else, and that's very brave." "That's not brave, not like you." "Everything I know about you is brave, Heather. That's why you don't think getting a restaurant to make a Braille menu just for you is brave." "I just do what I have to do, even when it's scary." "That's what brave is. You do it even when you're scared." Heather's face blushed again, and she giggled. She looked over at me, then waved. "Hi," she squeaked at me.

“They think if they hurt us, we’ll stop building better packs. But they’re wrong. We’re not going to stop. We’re going to keep building until every wolf has choices.” “Even if it’s dangerous?” “Even then. Because some things are worth being brave for.” “Like you were brave when you were rejected?” I pulled her close. “Exactly like that. Being brave doesn’t mean not being scared. It means doing right thing even when you’re scared.” “I’m scared sometimes.” “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.” Over following months, three more bombing attempts occurred. All were prevented by improved security. No casualties except the bombers themselves when their devices detonated prematurely.

"And before that, I was helping Andy do terrible things to people. I'd say that qualifies as damaged." "Riley doesn't think you're damaged," Ollie said firmly. "He thinks you're brave." The word hit me like a physical blow. Brave. I'd never thought of myself as brave. Desperate, maybe. Reckless, certainly. But brave suggested a kind of nobility I wasn't sure I deserved. "I'm not brave," I said quietly. "I'm just trying to survive." "Sometimes that's the same thing," Ollie replied with surprising wisdom.

Of the omegas I’d snapped at, the wolves I’d blamed for a system they hadn’t built. “People who were trying to help,” I said. “People who were just… caught in the same bad story I was. I’m not proud of those parts. But they’re part of it.” “And you still broke the curse,” another pup said. “Even though you were scared.” “Yes,” I said. “Because being scared doesn’t mean you can’t be brave. It just means you’re paying attention.” They mulled that over. “So which one is real?” the missing‑tooth girl asked. “The big story or the small one?”

Each and every time he found himself at that point, something reminded him of who he really was, and why he couldn't simply walk away. “People think that bravery is the absence of fear. It isn't,” he had told me. “True bravery is standing in the presence of fear, but never allowing it to stop you from moving forward.” I didn't know why his words chose that very moment to return to me, but maybe it had to do with the fact that my first instinct was to take flight when I heard the shuffling coming towards me. Like a wild cat, I leaped forward and away from the shade of the tree I had been resting upon, and used the momentum to spin myself around using my knee as a pivot.

Am I brave enough? I’ve never had to be brave before. Except, no. That’s not true. I’ve never walked into a place knowing I need to be brave before, but dear Fate, I’ve been shoved into bravery a hundred times. Clay denying me. Falling into the river. Those days in the basement cell. Living with my father, every moment booby-trapped, every casual word capable of transforming an ordinary day into a nightmare. I’ve been brave. I can do it again.

or so he says. But I can't tell Cindy that, so I gather every bit of courage that I can find and puff out my chest, "Don't judge a book by its cover. I'm not always quiet, and there is more to me than meets the eye." After speaking, an uncomfortable silence falls, and I stare down at the ground while my heart pounds so fast I fear it might punch its way out of my chest. This is the first time I've ever stood up for my chance. I'm proud but also...terrified—what if I sounded ridiculous right now?

“ You didn’t break down, didn’t stay down, didn’t give up, and didn’t run away. ” The haze leaves my mind slowly. The sun has set down completely, and gradually, the darkness is spreading in the world around me but for some reason…it doesn’t scare me. “ Do you know what those people are called that don’t do any of these things even when they have a chance? ” He turns the paper nonchalantly. I grip the hem of my skirt and continue to stare at him, my heart pounding in my chest. “ They are called brave. ” He whispers, taking his eyes off the papers and finally looking into my awaiting eyes. “ You are a brave woman, Little Butterfly. Don’t call yourself pathetic. That’s a lie. ”

"He should be sheltered from the darkness, not sent forth to do battle with it." Between us, Lorenzo's gaze whipped back and forth, his confusion apparent. "I want to be a brave mommy to you like you are," he said. I softened my look and knelt down in front of him. "You will, baby. Just remember that bravery is not the absence of fear but conquering it." With a tight squeeze of me, he looked up with tears in his eyes. "Promise you will come back?" "I promise," my voice strong and steady, although my heart wasn't. "You will hardly know that I am gone; I will be back before you know it."