I'll Fight Novels & Stories

Tyler announced close to where I was standing, crossing his arms over and mimicking a faked yawn, "you won't be fighting till midnight at this rate." However, I was too focused on the fight to care about what was being said behind me. Both fighters were obviously growing tired, yet continued with an equal ferocity of Green wanting to prove that she could beat him and Kingston not wanting to be beaten by her.

“You said it yourself—we are faster and stronger than normal people.” Patrick half-shrugged. “I guess you’re going to have to trust me.” Levi mentally rolled his eyes. As if.

“If something is happening, I’m not sitting like a doll waiting to be broken.” “You can’t fight with that ankle.” “Then give me a damn weapon.” I retorted immediately.

But they were relentless, their movements precise and coordinated. “Fight back,” Ima urged, her voice sharp. “No,” I muttered. “I can’t.” Another punch landed against my jaw, snapping my head to the side. Layla followed with a kick to my stomach, sending me sprawling to the floor. “They’re going to kill you if you don’t fight,” Ima warned. “Let me out.” I clenched my fists, blood dripping from a cut on my hand as I struggled to stand. Layla grabbed my arm, twisting it painfully, and something inside me snapped.

I’ve never wanted to hit someone so badly in my life. But I’ll wait. It’s only a matter of time before these fuckers are bowing at my feet. My eyes betray me and shift to Alejandro again. He shakes his head at me, silently pleading for me not to agree to this. I scoff, shaking my head. I haven’t come this far to back out now. I fought those men while I was beaten and battered, and I’m certain I can do it again. “I accept the challenge,” I say, forcing the words out even as my stomach churns. My voice is firm, louder than I thought it could be. “Tomorrow, I’ll fight. And I’ll win.”

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In my past life, my class cornered me on the school rooftop after our SAT. "Winnie wouldn't have jumped if you didn't rat us out!" "You ruined our chances to make it into Croma, the best college there is! We had a million staked on this!" With the class officer taking the lead, over a dozen pairs of hands pushed me at the same time. I could hear the howling in my ears as I fell, and they were all laughing in relief. When I opened my eyes again, I was alive and sitting in class on the day before our SAT. Winnie Ascott was standing up front, her phone screen projected on the whiteboard. She was presenting an app called the Ultimate Answer Sheet, with an electronic contract beside it. "

We have to be ready for it, and prepared. Because, it was coming, and when it did, I'll be the one fighting. I'll always be the one fighting. The one standing between Elle, and the danger lurking. Nothing, and no one will take her from me. Ever.

"What's on the line?" "Normally I fight for a cause, even if it is my own self-respect. I'm making an exception in your case -- I'll fight you solely to kick your ass. Just cause you are a lousy human being. I know you are because I'm one too. Fight, or cluck -- your choice." "I'll fight you," he smiled confidently. "I'll break you for everyone to see and then I'll take that luscious blonde." I had to laugh.

She fought not only with skill but with a righteous fury, fueled by the memory of past atrocities, by the knowledge that these creatures were responsible for the pain and suffering that had plagued their world for generations. Ronan, a bastion of strength and unwavering loyalty, held the line, his powerful frame a shield against the onslaught. His roars echoed through the forest, a counterpoint to Malazar’s chilling howls. He fought with a cold, calculated efficiency, each move strategic, each blow aimed to inflict maximum damage. His loyalty to Lyra, to the pack, was absolute.