Fighting Back Novels & Stories

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

"Yes, we are." "How? We have no money, no resources, no allies." "We have each other." "That's not enough." "It has to be." I looked at him, at the fear in his eyes, and I made a decision. "We're going to take the fight to him." "How?" "By doing what he least expects. By fighting back."

I fought back with every ounce of strength I possessed; fighting the man who used to show his love through a clenched fist. Blow after blow, I refused to yield to the twisted version of my past. The memory of his abuse reverberated through my mind, but I was determined to break free from their suffocating hold. With each strike and punch, I chipped away at the chains that had bound me for so long; the facade of my father’s power—or rather, the power I used to think he possessed. His insults rang in my ears, but I refuse to let them define me. I fight back, unleashing a torrent of punches fueled by my resolve to break free from his grip.

I asked him to mail all required details. I went back home. I just used to watch television. It's a very funny show. It's name was, " Sath Nibhana Sathiya". It's a repeat telecast of that serial. In this nothing more than fighting with each other. Greedy one can't leave a single chance to crash anyone for a penny.

"You’ve finally lost your mind, haven’t you?" “Yes, I have!” I shot back, my voice trembling with fury. “All you do is push me, over and over again, until my back’s against the wall. Now, with nowhere left to retreat, all I can do is fight back!” My eyes narrowed, and veins bulged on my neck as I spoke.

Linda said with a smile as both he and she were holding hands "What is it" Alex asked "What will you do if you are in a tough spot*" Alex give a face, "come on Alex I need your answers, if you are put in a spot that you don't know what to do" "Tight spot always have one available option to take which is fight back. No matter what happens, no matter the problem you face or encounter, always be ready to sit and figure out what to do then, fight back" "Fight back...I think I get it now...that's what I will do now"

"Ben? What is that sound?" Kathilyn asked Benjamin and rose from her seat. "You stay here, I'll check it out." Benjamin said and walked towards the back door that led to the alley. "I told you to not mess with me! Hurry up and pay up your debt, you cunt!" A man yelled at another man while beating him up on his face. Benjamin quickly intervened by walking towards the two men, grabbing the vicious man by the collar. He then punched him on the cheek, causing the man to stumble backwards.

Heide speaks, walking quickly in our direction. "Son, Robert, it's happening again," my mother says, crying. I hear everyone's voices, but I can't make a sound. I can't move. I feel completely empty, a wreck after the dismantling. I'm fighting an internal battle, and my body doesn't respond to commands.

I dodged their blows and fought back with all the anger and frustration that had been building up inside me. It wasn't pretty. I was small, but I was fierce, and I fought with all the strength I had. The guys were bigger, but they were no match for me. Within minutes, they were lying on the ground, groaning in pain. I stood over them, breathing hard, my fists still clenched. I felt a surge of triumph as I looked down at them. They had come into my space, trying to take what they wanted without any regard for my feelings or my boundaries. And I had fought back.

I was happily eating some chips when I saw those messages, and my mood instantly soured. Right away, I put down the chips and started typing furiously on my phone. I texted: "Don't worry. I'll be there tomorrow. Watch me crush that scumbag when I return to the office! I can't believe he'd be this shameless! Thanks for letting me know. I'll treat you to a meal." After replying, I began thinking about how to launch a counterattack at the office the next day.