Fighting Back Novels & Stories

This thick-skinned silverback gorilla refused to give up or back down, it kept fighting hard, as its thick skin was being abused. The fight reaches to a point where Kalen and Aledos was fighting in sequence. One would retreat a little to rest and gather their strength, attacking with his laser pistol. While the other would continue the bloody melee. Their battle potential was being drawn to the extreme. This silverback gorilla was the ideal opponent to break pass their limits. The silverback fought to an extent in its bloodied state where its mind was becoming muddled. The only thing that was making it still fighting was survival instinct and revenge for its subordinates. It swung its fists

He was sent to prison as he had beaten someone to death at that time. However, Jasper was beating her up terribly and desperately now. Sarah knew she would die if she did not fight back. She began to struggle and fight back and called for help desperately. Jasper's anger was like an erupted volcano spreading widely when she fought him back. How dare this b*tch fight back!

Without hesitation, she mustered every ounce of strength within her and fought back against her attacker. With a swift and desperate motion, Talia scratched at the person behind the mask, her nails tracing a path of defense across his neck. He recoiled, giving her a momentary respite from his tightened grip around her throat. Seizing the opportunity, she summoned her final reserves of energy and pushed against him, sending him stumbling backwards.

“I’m giving you one last chance to rethink. To step back.” I held my ground, lifting my chin as I locked eyes with him. “I’m not one of those people who run when it gets hard. I stand by my words. I may not have mafia blood in my veins, but I’ve learned how to fight. I don’t crawl into holes to hide, I face what’s coming.” A smirk tugged at my lips as I took a step past him, my back straight and my heart burning. “I think we should leave,” I said, as I turned my back to him.

“I don’t know yet. But I have contacts here—people who can find things out. And I think it’s time you stop waiting for the next attack and start thinking about how to hit back.” The idea of fighting back felt foreign. I had spent so long running, hiding, trying to survive each day without completely falling apart. Fighting meant facing him again. It meant stepping back into the fire instead of running from it. I let out a shaky breath, gripping the edge of my blanket like it could somehow keep me grounded. “I don’t know if I can do this.” Evelyn’s jaw tightened. “You don’t have a choice.”

“You’re right, Isla. We’ve been playing defense this whole time. But how do we fight back against their attacks?” I looked around the room, meeting each person’s eyes, gathering strength from the unity in their expressions. “We do what we do best. We remind them that Adrian built this company from the ground up. We expose the truth behind their tactics. We fight dirty if we have to, but we do it on our terms.”

Anthony roared, advancing with a threatening grin. I managed to get up, but my legs shook. Every time I tried to fight back, it was brutally returned. As he threw me down on my back, I could just about raise myself up again. I already felt weak, my breath came in gasps, and it wouldn't take much more of this. Why do you persist in your fighting?" Anthony growled, the hint of a sneer in his voice. "You're merely dragging out the inevitable." "I'm fighting because I have to," I retorted, forcing myself to stay upright. "Because if I don't, you'll keep on causing damage."

“Because in my world, once you start fighting… there’s no going back.” Grace lifted her chin, her fear melting into a fragile but fierce determination. “Then maybe it’s time I stopped looking back.”

“Jared, have you lost your mind? Can’t you see Clarissa never loved you? You were nothing but her tool to have kids! “How could you possibly love that washed-up hag? You’re just bitter she dumped you! You told me you loved me, remember? Well, now that you’re divorced, I can give you the children you want—” Natalie’s once-proud face looked worn and desperate. She didn’t get to finish her sentence. Jared’s hand shot out, clamping around her throat. Natalie’s face reddened as she struggled for breath. Just before she collapsed, he released her. He looked at her coldly as he said, “I want nothing to do with someone as venomous as you. Not before, not now, not ever. Stay out of South City. Don’t

I said nothing, only stared at the angry red burn across my leg. Sean knew I cared about my looks and was afraid of pain. Even a single pimple could throw me off for days. Now I had a burn big enough to make me give up wearing short skirts forever, yet he wanted me to be understanding? The warmth that had just barely returned to my heart froze over again. Then came the final blow. “Honestly, your burn isn’t that bad. Let’s just drop it. If word gets out that Mrs. Roth bullied a young girl, imagine how bad that would look!”