Novel & Cerita Fighting Back

“I am going to make them pay.” The resolve in my chest burned like fire, warming me against the cold. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. “I don’t have anything left to lose, Mom. They’ve taken everything from me. But that’s their mistake. Because now… now I can fight back.” I stood, brushing off my jeans. The tombstone gleamed faintly in the morning light, almost as if it was listening. “I will be back soon,” I whispered, my voice softer now. “I love you.”

If I hadn't pester my parents for support, James wouldn't have had the startup capital for his second business. Now that Sophia's husband was dead, she remembered James, a successful man from her past. I thought James had more sense, but when Sophia mentioned nude cycling, he jumped at the chance. I stepped up to James and raised my hand, ready to slap him. But he caught my hand mid-swing and raised his other hand to strike me. My cheek instantly swelled, and I spat out a mouthful of blood. As he prepared to hit me again, I pulled out my phone to call the police.

"We'll be back." Dante slammed the door in their faces. He turned to me and his expression softened. "Is anyone hurt?" He asked. He walked over to me and gently examined the kids. "I... we're okay," I said. "You're so strong," Miranda said to him. "Thank you," "It's nothing," He smiled warmly at her. "They won't come back, okay? If they do, I'll beat them up again." She giggled. "Can you teach me to fight?" She asked, her eyes full of stars. "I want to be strong like you."

He’s back. With renewed strength, I plunge back into the fight, focusing on the remaining attackers. The wolf takes one down with a swift swipe, and I can feel the tide turning in our favor. I land a kick that sends another man sprawling, and together, Adis and I push through the chaos, taking down the last of Clay’s fighters.

However, he mustered his strength to fight back, desperately trying to break free. She clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction. She then grabbed a rock and hurled it down at him. My heart ached as I saw the way Mark's head bled from the blow. I yelled, "He's Jared's older brother! Aren't you afraid Jared would come after you if you hurt him?"

The company's keeping me busy, and I don't have time. I looked at her in surprise, not expecting her to bring it up, but then I understood. Although Sophia could be sharp-tongued, she had always been kind-hearted. Otherwise, she would not have sacrificed her life to save me three times. The first time was when we were 18 years old. I was being robbed in an alley, and she took a knife to her right hand trying to save me. The radial nerve damage she was left with meant she could never lift heavy objects again, and she could no longer play the piano.

"What do we need to do?" "We need to send a message back. We need to show them that we’re not afraid. That we won’t be pushed into a corner." I met his eyes. "What do you suggest?" Elias smiled, but it was a smile with no humor in it. "We fight back. Harder than they expect." I nodded, knowing that the days ahead would be dangerous. But it was the only choice we had. We couldn’t let them control us, couldn’t let them think they could manipulate us into weakness.

Sofia struggled. "I was just saying that to fool you!" During the struggle, Sofia scratched Dante's face, and Dante pulled out a handful of Sofia's hair. They started fighting over such a small amount of money. Carlos watched with enjoyment. "More exciting than a movie." I watched it all impassively, nodding at Carlos. "Then I'll leave this to you." I turned and left. "I swear! I will make you pay!" The man's threats echoed behind me, but I didn't look back.

She's hiding a limp. He's been hiding something a lot longer. Sloane Deshazo is the twin who never needs help and the outside hitter who plays through everything. So when the ache in her leg gets worse, she hides it. She forges an elevator pass, ices her thigh at 2 a.m., and keeps landing kills like nothing is wrong. Until the night she can't get up off the hallway floor. Chandler has been her brother's best friend since kindergarten, and he's the only one who noticed the limp. He's also the only person besides Sloane that Dashiell, a terrified rescue terrier, will walk up to. If Dashiell is going to pass his evaluation in March, Sloane needs Chandler on the training room floor every S

"You defended yourself. Defended our family's honor. That's not something to apologize for." "I threw punches," he said miserably. "I stooped to his level." "Sometimes that's necessary." I thought of all the years I had spent swallowing insults. Accepting cruelty. Letting people walk over me because fighting back seemed pointless. "Being bullied doesn't mean you have to just take it. Fighting back isn't wrong, Bryan. It's brave." His eyes glistened. "Really?" "Really." I pulled him into a hug, careful of his injuries. "I'm proud of you. For standing up for yourself. For standing up for me."