Fighting Back Novels & Stories

My mom is the kind of person who values achievement above all else. Consequently, just because I opened my eyes a little later than my twin brother, Alan Barton, when we were born, she decided I was the inferior twin—even treating me to watery baby cereal while Alan got the best of everything. From then on, Alan always came out ahead. The whole family bent over backward to give him every advantage, while I had no one to rely on but myself. After a lot of hard work, I finally achieved my goal on the SATs, beating Alan for the very first time. But when I arrived at the college acceptance party, Alan was already holding court and toasting the guests. When I broke down, sobbing and scr

"That fighting back works?" I looked at her. "Because it worked for me," I said. "I was exactly where you are. Doubting everything. Sure I was the problem. And I turned out to be right about every single thing I was seeing, and I fought, and I won, and I got my life back and my children back and my name back." I held her eyes. "It can be done. I'm proof. You're looking at the proof. So let's do it. Let's get you free."

At least in the absence of the boy, he wouldn’t need to pay just to have it end quickly. But being bullied was only called such if it was one-sided. So when a person fought back it could easily be called being handicapped in a fight. He mauled on the logic as he dodged his attacker, blocked a blow from Chazriv and spun crudely away from the third boy’s kick. Another blow came from Fan, his third assailant, and he leaned away from it, falling into the dead man’s walk, staggering back as his feet propelled him away moments before his inclination would’ve dragged him down to a fall.

I’ll fight. My gaze was still on the brawl as the brunette flipped them and started fighting back. It was like they were expressing my thoughts. I shut my conscience out of my mind and fought back. Screw motherfucking fear. I’m fighting. “I’m not making irrational decisions, Lev. I’m going to do this and I’m going to do this with my own purposes.” To win that prize and help Carla get back on her feet so that she’ll continue chastising her children when they make humane mistakes.

I look straight at the camera, at all the thousands of people who were watching from different places. "I declare war against Orka and all that it stands for." "I promise you that we are not going down without a fight. We are going to avenge the lives of all those who died. We will get justice for the deaths of all those innocent kids who were killed." "This is a fight that I am not planning to lose. And I assure you we are not going to lose." I declare, not once breaking eye contact from the camera.

the young man replied. "Young Master! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry! This is my fault that we got into this accident!" a middle-aged man continuously apologized as he kept on bowing to the young man. The driver clearly saw that it was the "go" sign, so he pressed on the gas handle. However, in blindsight, someone suddenly rushed in front of the car, resulting in a collision and accident. Thus, the driver could not help but tremble, knowing that someone could possibly die at this moment due to him.

"That depends, princess. Are you going to let them take you down? Or are you going to fight?" I met his gaze, my pulse pounding. I had spent so long being manipulated, controlled, underestimated. That ended today. I lifted my chin. "I fight." Thiago’s lips twitched, something dark and approving flickering in his eyes. My father chuckled. "That’s my girl." *** Fighting back was the only option. But fighting a cartel? That was another level of insanity. "Good," my father said, nodding approvingly. "Because we have work to do."

Chapter 7 Amelia walked out of the room with her car keys in her hands . This was the first time that she was going to be out of that room not after the incident that had happened . Thinking about what she was about to do today , she had a very deep and bitter smirk on her face . She didn’t want to feel that she was the one doing this but she was definitely going to have her revenge whether they like it or not . Her phone clicked from her bag ahd she never hesitated to pick it up .

another student chimed in, nodding their head. However, Josh didn't listen to them. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against him, Josh remained determined to fight Brian. The thought of backing down never crossed his mind, fueled by the fear of being called a coward if he were to surrender and apologize. His expression hardening, Josh tightened his fists, preparing for the inevitable fight. His eyes remained fixed on his three opponents, watching their every move, a silent challenge daring them to make the first move.

With every fiber of my being, I fought back. Using the skills I had honed through countless battles, I swiftly countered Clara's attacks. Blow after blow, I met her aggression with calculated precision, each strike delivering a message of defiance. In that moment, it felt as if time had suspended, the world narrowing down to the clash of our bodies, the thud of fists connecting, and the resolute determination etched on both our faces.