Novel & Cerita I'll Fight

"Win the fight and you'll get candy. It will replenish your time back to twenty-four hours. Win more fights and you'll earn privileges. It’s your choice though. Do you want to fight, eh?" "I'll fucking fight!" I said, grabbing the guy's shoulder. “Take me. Take me okay and I fucking promise you a win.” The man smirked. “I like your new-found enthusiasm. I’ll pick you then.” All I need to do is fucking win, right? How hard can it be?

I asked, raising my left eyebrow. "I do…" he admitted. "But there are no rules in the fight. You can kill him if you want to." A slow, dark smile spread across my face. Now that sounded interesting. "So it's gonna be bloody?" I asked. "Yes," Ox replied immediately. "Exactly the kind of fight you enjoy. No rules." "When is the fighting show?" I asked. "Friday night." "Count me in," I said with a dark smirk. As long as blood is involved… you can always count Logan Hellfire in.

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.

I will not run away, I will fight until I get my freedom and happiness. I will show them that I don't deserve to be treated like this.

“So. What do I have to do to get out from under?” Kirk smiled. “You’re gonna love this, man. I swear.” I highly doubt it. “Go on.” “One fight. One last one. Win or lose, I don’t give a fuck. All you gotta do is show up and fight. After that, you’re out. For good.”

I was going to think about that later, when I had the capacity for it. “Okay,” Noelle said. Her voice was clear. Not shaky, not performing steadiness, just clear. She sat up straighter on the bed. “Okay. We’re doing this with you.” She picked up her phone. “I call Wednesdays.” A beat of silence. Then Emory looked up from the pizza box. “Dibs on Thursdays.” Maekynzie came back into herself all at once, the current returning, and she sat up and pointed at me. “I’m taking the first one. No arguments.”

This fight. I’m not a vessel. Not a contract. Not a dotted line. I’m a mother. And I’ll burn the whole world down before I let them take you. The pain came again—deep, tearing, final. Nate is coming. And I’m ready. ---

Irene said with a sneer. "I always thought that it was the right thing to not fight. Now, I've realized that not fighting would just be stupid. From now on, I'll fight with them. I'll fight to take away whatever they desire. I want them to see me as the enemy they can't get rid off!"

“I won’t.” I stand, and my power hums beneath my feet. I’m done waiting for someone else to decide what I am. If the fight won’t come to me, I’ll find a way to go to it. And meet it in a blaze of glory.

I will fight, not just for myself, but for the truth and for those who have stood by me through thick and thin. I tighten my grip on the steering wheel, my determination solidifying with each passing mile. The battle may be uphill, but I won't back down. It's time to reclaim my name, expose the lies, and rebuild what has been unjustly torn apart.