Forgotten What I Started Fighting For Novels & Stories

Although it was you father we made the oath with, But I can see we have terribly failed to support your father, so we have decided to support you Instead of your dad, Fight for your dad are now past stories, what we should be talking about now, is how we should support you, I we have failed to protect your father, we should never fail to support you, You were your father's pride and you are his joy, His life was already stolen away from him, I would never want his only joy to be stolen as well, The reason why I am bringing back the old stories is because, I will never be happy to know that I allowed the enemy win over us twice,

Because somewhere between chasing the ghosts of our enemies and the weight of our legacy, I’d forgotten that the only thing that mattered was the woman who still believed in me. And I wasn’t about to lose that too.

Remember what you fight for. Images flashed through my mind – memories of my life, my pack, and the future I wanted. Each memory was a thread in the tapestry of my existence, a testament to my strength and determination. I clung to them, using them as a shield against the encroaching darkness. "Gaius," I growled, my voice echoing in the void. "You don't belong here. This is my body, my life. And I will not let you take it from me." Gaius's laughter was a hollow, desperate sound. "You think you can defeat me? I am eternal!"

Perfect for convincing a woman with no memories that we share more than a forgotten past. The revenge I’ve hungered for slides within reach at last.

No… I’m alone in that fight. My voice shook from the many emotions that were running through me. “It’s fine. I have to keep these memories in order to keep fighting... I hate them so much but they’re the reminder that even when I have hit the bottom, I have to fight on even when I think I can’t. Someday he’ll die, and then I’ll be free, I hope…” I sighed as I fought to maintain control of myself. Sadly, I was fighting a losing battle. I just want to never have to think of him again. I’d be ecstatic for a week of not thinking about him but as long as he’s alive, that won’t ever happen.

I wasn't just fighting for my freedom anymore; I was fighting to keep my soul from being swallowed whole by the man who owned my life—and the debts of my past. I gripped the cold metal of the railing, my knuckles turning white, and whispered into the vast, indifferent night, "This is just the beginning."

"Do you want revenge on those who have hurt you so far? Do you want revenge for what they did to your parents? Do you want revenge for making you grow up without your people? Do you want revenge for the massacre of your people?” I was almost shouting by the time I was done. "I do. Yes I do," she said and I was still holding her face in my arms. “Now, you have to believe that. Forget about your memories. Imagine that you never had them and life had to move on. Imagine that you are whole because you have always been whole and forget the disappointment. Nothing had changed. The battle still needs to be fought and you are the general. Without you we are doomed.

The forgery story still running on the news tab open on my laptop. One day. Two battles. Everything on the line at the same time. I had started from nothing before. I could start from nothing again if I had to. But I was not going to lose that baby.

Because I wasn’t fighting for revenge anymore. I was fighting for my own future. For my children’s future. And I would not lose.

I pulled my knees up to my chest to somehow hide my feet and continue ear-wigging on a conversation that was somehow much more interesting than anything Josh and Isabella had to say. "Well, the fight starts at seven so if you come to mine for six and we can—" I stopped listening to the girls voice after I had heard the word fight. On any other day I wouldn't have paid any attention to it, but with hearing it very close to when Josh and I had been talking about his own illegal fighting, I now couldn't ignore it. There was something gnawing away in my head about there being a potential coincidence with the mention of the word, but I couldn't help myself from continuing to listen in to find out