Controversial Yet Brave Novels & Stories

In her eyes, Jae is no seemed to carry a something of valiance above his head, given the way he smoked his cigarette's enchanted her. The rest of the girls were equally amazed by Jae, who's presence were acutely absent in their male classmates. His bravery in such a situation fueled their admiration to the fullest. "So what should we do about it?" Jate puffed, his cigarette smoke and curled into a circle. "Please feel free to punish us in any way you deemed to fit sir!" Brightmoon felt only a complete utter despair at the moment.

The specific, quiet dignity of a person who has lost an argument and is in the process of deciding what kind of person they are going to be about it. "He was right," Li Mei said. It cost her something measurable to say it. "Chen Wei was right. The small work. The daily work." A pause. "I thought he was choosing smallness out of fear. I thought I was the brave one." Mia did not argue with this or soften it or offer the comfortable alternative reading that would have been false. "He was the bravest person I ever knew," she said. "And yes. He was right." Li Mei looked at her brother's daughter and her face did the thing it had done before, the complicated thing Mia had not had a name for, and n

He thought about coffee handed over without being asked, guessing correctly every time. "He's — very honest," Dante said. "About everything. He doesn't manage his own presentation. He says what's true and waits to see what you do with it." He paused. "He's brave in the way that people who are genuinely afraid are brave — not because he doesn't feel it but because he's made a decision that the fear doesn't determine the action." "He sounds like someone you'd notice," Selene said. "Yes," Dante said. "And he notices you," she said.

I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep up the sense of conviction I'd only wish to always posess. "I really am sorry." I spoke back up again, the confidence coming from a place of anger instead of sadness. "I didn't know it had your fücking name on it." The group was instantly silent as a small giggle escaped April's lips. A little more attention had now gathered from a few more students, now interested in the heated debate that shouldn't have started in the first place. I already knew that anger had gotten the best of me when this wasn't who I was. Isabella may irritate me more than the whole school put together, but it was not in my nature to bring myself down to her level.

"I am sorry for the commotion, its just, when I heard my manager talk to tou earlier, I feel really angry, they even make you lie to me just to follow their command, I just hate that kind of scene, belowing people by positions... so I take an action" "It is impressive that in your young age, you already has that kind of view and even can do something about it" I said and he just smile at me and speak. "I am only 25 but when I start at this industry I already seen a lot of discrimination and conspiracy, so I decided that my fame can still do something about it, I famous so I have the say, I have a voice...its really hard to coward this days" "Good for you, I admire how brave you are"

Anthony listened, his expression calm, his hand resting gently on the edge of my desk. When I was finally out of breath, he leaned back with a small smirk. “Let the world talk, Lyra. Seriously. That’s all they do. Talk. You have to live your life for you. And trust me—people don’t hate you because you’re doing something wrong. They hate you because you’re doing something they wish they could.” I sniffled. “It doesn’t feel like I’m doing anything brave.” He tilted his head. “You think being vulnerable isn’t brave? You’re in the middle of a hurricane and still standing. That’s courage, Winters.”

The kind that doesn’t announce itself as such until you’ve already answered. I think about her. About the way she hit send without flinching. About how she chose authorship over permission. About how quietly radical that was. The irony isn’t lost on me. For years, I’ve admired courage in theory. Applauded it from a safe distance. Encouraged it in others while insulating myself with restraint. Now it’s standing in front of me, asking whether I meant what I said about alignment—or if I only valued it when it was convenient.

"Good. That means you're doing something that matters." Maybe she's right. Maybe being brave doesn't mean not being scared. Maybe it means doing it anyway.

“But you won’t face it alone. You have one another. You must protect each other.” Syrah lifted her chin, resolve gleaming in her eyes. “We aren’t afraid,” she proclaimed, her little face filled with defiance. “If we need to do this to remain with you and...” She paused briefly, still adjusting to the revelation about her father, “...Dad. Then we’ll do it. We’ll come back safely, I promise.” Tears stung behind my eyes, but I forced a gentle smile. “You’re both incredibly courageous,” I whispered, pulling them tightly into my embrace. “But hear me.....being brave doesn’t mean you’re never frightened. It means continuing forward even when fear exists.”

he added, moving his eyes from the sky to Ernaline. “Are you mad?” “I'm not mad that you told her, I'm just mad that I didn't have the courage to tell her because I didn't want to see her breakdown, you have her interest at heart and I'm just a coward” “You are not a coward, you are brave. It's not easy for you to sacrifice your life for someone else, that is bravery. I don't think I can sacrifice my life for someone but you did even when this person didn’t love you back. That i the greatest act of bravery and kindness i have seen” she said smiling before hold Lewis’s hand.