I'll Fight Novels & Stories

she seethed with rage “If you were paying any attention to where you were going you would not have hit me. You should be grateful it was my back and not a tree.” “Why you -”

And as sleep finally claimed her, her body relaxing fully against mine, I tightened my hold just a little and made one of my own: Whatever comes next, whatever war waits for us beyond this night— I will stand. I will fight. And I will never let her face it alone.

"Then I will fight you to my last breath. I will not go quietly into that good night. And I will take you down with me if I have to." With that, she turned on her heel and stepped through the doorway - ready to face whatever came next head-on. She knew that Marcus would not let this go easily - that he would be plotting his revenge even now. But she was done living in fear, done being his victim. She was Cassandra fucking Brown... and she would go down fighting if she had to.

A faint almost melancholy smile touched her fading lips as she said “You’re strong Willa! You always were! Remember when we were kids and that bully tried to take your lunch money? You bit him! You bit him Willa! You're not going to let some stupid darkness take you!” I exclaimed as tears ran down my cheeks leaving hot traces behind. Her hand extended farther her fingers hardly visible against the encroaching emptiness. “You still are! Fight it Willa! Fight it like a piranha! Don't let it take you!” She said. “Ivy Im so exhausted. So sick of fighting.” I begged in a raspy voice “No! You can't be tired! Not now!” My muscles were yelling in protest as I pushed harder against the imperceptible

"¡Maricón!" Celia glanced down at Connor's phone, which she had knocked onto the carpet. She said nothing more, instead using her foot to kick his phone under the bed. Her grip tightened around his throat, and he desperately grabbed her hands, trying to pry them away. Her dirty fingernails dug into his neck, causing his skin to burn as her grip tightened.

Hope rose in me again. Even though the special medicine was very expensive, it had a really high chance of waking up a comatose patient. However, even though I had brought it up to my parents before, they did not believe me. They thought that I was talking nonsense and pretended that I wanted to save Nate to get them off my back. However, Nate was my best friend. After I returned home, he was the one who would always support me regardless. I really wanted to save him. I said decisively, “Yes, as long as it wakes Nate up. I’ve already paid the deposit earlier. Can you bring it over to me? I’m at…”

Harvey's gaze shifted to Lucas who was still smiling casually. "Of course I'm still alive. My body is strong as well as Prince," Lucas replied while showing off his muscles. "But are you sure you can fight the rebel forces?" "Don't worry, we've prepared this from the start. After all Lucas and I are also good at fighting, I'm the one who doubts you because I've never seen you fight.” Gabriel quipped a little, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “Fighting matters, just leave it all to me. You'll be surprised when you see me fight."

“Brave, yes. But I’m not sure if courage is needed to get to know you or a dose of carelessness.” “Ouch. A little harsh for not knowing me isn’t it?” “It doesn’t take much intuition to see how dangerous you could be to my kind. And as you well know by now, intuition is my specialty.” “I must say, I’d love to pretend to be offended, but my past would make a liar out of me. Instead, I’d like to show you a different side of me. A side that none before you have seen. Join me for a meal tomorrow. Just the two of us. We shall meet here for the midday meal, and by then I’ll have found a spot where we can talk.”

With every strike, I push myself further, refusing to back down. As the fight reaches its climax, I dig deep, summoning every ounce of strength within me. I deliver a devastating roundhouse kick, connecting solidly with her jaw. Time seems to slow as she staggers backward, her eyes wide with surprise. But the fight isn't over yet. We lock eyes, both of us determined to emerge victorious. The tension in the air is palpable as we prepare for the final showdown. With a renewed sense of purpose, I ready myself for the ultimate test of skill and willpower.

We’d fight smart and I made a vow that echoed through me like a war drum: They brought the war to my doorstep. Now I’ll show them how Elena Rivers fights back.