Fighting Back Novels & Stories

“Look, I get it. You wanted payback. But fighting fire with a fucking nuke isn’t smart when the other side has money and lawyers.” I crossed my arms, glared. “So what, I should just let her win? Let her and her friends beat me up and walk away laughing?” “No.” His voice dropped, low and pissed. “Next time they try to jump you, you get your wolf out and you fight. Actually fight. Teeth, claws, all of it. Show them you’re not some weak human they can push around.” I blinked. “What?”

After thinking it over, I got in the car. It was late, and it was hard to get a taxi in the villa district at this hour. Zayden drove me to the hospital to get my scraped palms treated. By the time everything was done, and I got home, it was already past midnight. I thanked him. Then, unexpectedly, he said, “If you want to get back at Jason, I’m willing to help.” A bitter smile curled at my lips. “You are both in on it together. What revenge could there possibly be?”

“They’re not trying to fight back with lies anymore. They’re fighting with fire.” Natalie clenched her fists. “Then we give them the storm they asked for.”

He hissed in pain moving backward. “Axel” Lianna ran over to help him out I was fighting off two people trying to attack me like I had passed out and woke up just minutes ago. Enough of me being a pushover. If I wanted to survive I had to fight back and that was exactly what I was going to do. Fight back and reclaim my life. “You are going to regret this! I will make sure you pay!” Lianna shouted “I asked to be left alone, that isn’t too hard to comprehend” I rolled my eyes

she asked out of habit. “In place,” Kai said. “Blue?” “In my pocket.” “Good. Then work.” Aria let go, and they walked on. Outside, the display was already flashing the next matchup’s names, but inside, two short words and one long day’s lesson remained: you can win a fight against your opponent, but the victory only matters if, in the middle of it, you don’t lose the one who can bring you back inside the ropes when, for a moment, you’d step out of the world.

Sarah concluded. ___ The next morning, Ann went to the office. She had received permission from her doctor to return gradually, as long as she avoided stress and excessive physical activity. She walked into the building carrying a folder. Several employees greeted her warmly. "Good morning, Mrs. Daniel." "Good morning." "We're glad you're back." "Thank you." She smiled. For the first time in a long time, returning to work didn't feel like an obligation. It felt like returning to a part of herself. When she reached her office, a message was waiting. “Please come to the conference room at 10 a.m.”

And it was going come back and bite him in his ass. Someone help me out my dumb stupid self, please. Sorin pleaded mentally. Sorin's mobile pinged indicating he had a message and it woke him up from his self depreciating thoughts. Removing the phone from his pocket he saw his screen light up with the message Where are you? from Maceo. I am going to the ring to fight Sorin typed back. Why? I thought you didn't have any fights for today? Maceo replied. Just want to Sorin again replied.

My fists clenched, my body shaking with anger, "I. AM. NOT. YOURS." Ben was in my face now, his eyes blazing. "Leave her alone Ben." Growled Dante. "Stay out of this." Ben snapped back, his eyes never leaving mine. "I am so sick of this argument, you're never going let yourself have me, are you?" I glared back at him, searching his face. "Take back the order." "Answer me!" He yelled. "Ben!" Dante demanded. "Take it back!" I screeched. Ben lunged at me, pulling me hard against his chest.

My actions emboldened the others, and they too began to fight back, reclaiming their dignity and defying their oppressors. I moved swiftly, my body a blur of motion, as I fought against those who dared to perpetuate this cycle of violence. My blows were fueled by a mix of righteous anger and a desire to protect the vulnerable. Each strike was precise, calculated, aiming to disarm and incapacitate. The men retaliated, driven by their wounded pride and a need to reassert their dominance. They lunged at me, their fists swinging, but I dodged and parried, evading their attacks with skill honed from years of training. I refused to let their aggression overpower me.

" Owen slapped me again, and this time it hurt even more. I barely cried. In fact, I only held back the tears because I didn't want to give him the pleasure of seeing me cry. Not begging was going for my life if that's what he wanted. “You better shut up. I'm going to call the almighty Harrison and tell him he needs to plan a funeral. I'll be back later to start our... hmm, Spanish Inquisition?