Novel & Cerita I'll Fight

I admitted, my fingers tightening on the cloth as I met her gaze, the wind tugging at my hair, the compound’s lights faint in the distance. “So what are you going to do about it?” Lila asked, her lips curving into a faint smile as she stepped closer, her boots crunching on the dirt. Turning the cloth over in my hands, I looked out over the ridge, the compound breathing quietly behind us, its presence a reminder of what I was fighting for as I spoke. “I’m going to stand and fight, and if I fall, I’m going to make sure he bleeds with me.” “There she is,” Lila said, her smile widening as she clapped a hand on my shoulder, her touch grounding me as we stood together, the night stretching out bef

"Mom, did you really waste your whole life on such a petty fight with Aunt Vivi? Dying for the family would have been a more dignified end. At least then you wouldn't have disgraced our name." I left this world filled with resentment, only to open my eyes and find myself back at the moment I first set foot in the Rogers estate. This time, I'm done fighting. The power, the name, the honor. I'm letting them have it all. I’ve already been accepted into a closed-door medical project. Soon they will never see me again. ... The confirmation glowed on my screen: "Application Submitted." I stared at the words for a moment before calmly closing the page.

I will rise. And I will lead. The old ways may be forgotten by most. But I remember. The fight will be brutal. One of us may not walk away. But I am ready. Because this is not about revenge.

He pretended not to, though, since he was suddenly fighting down the urge to roar his rage to the world. Fuck, it was unfair. He’d spent much of the past few months asking Why me? of course, and he’d played every angle of the Bargaining Game imaginable: save my leg, and I’ll never complain about anything ever again. Save my leg, and I’ll volunteer every single Saturday at the local youth centre. Save my leg, and I’ll finally ask Mia to marry me because God knows, putting it off for this long has been a huge fucking mistake.

I will fight. The war had begun. And now… I would not back down. I would not be invisible. I would not be afraid. Not anymore.

“Tomorrow will be a fight. Of that, I have no doubt. I would prefer if you are left out of it.” “If there’s a fight, that’s all the more reason to go. He knows your strengths, but he’ll underestimate me,” I say. “I can fight my own battles, Neil.” He seems skeptical, and that annoys me so much that I rip my hands away from his. “I’m going,” I snap. “I’m not sitting this out, no matter what you say.”

"There will be a general meeting in two weeks time. It's a holiday, so everyone will be there. Uncles, Aunts, Nephews, Nieces, the whole extended family." "Can I come?" "Sure." "I love you mom." Silvia smiled so wide, her eyes teared up. "I love you too. Now you really need to go to sleep if you want to be able to fight at your best in front of the whole city." Wilson blinked. "Huh? Wait, I can wrestle?" Silvia nodded. "But I didn't beat Colt..." If you excluded the knockout punch. "Yes, but you showed me all I needed to know. You have proven yourself. You've grown and curse or not, you are just like your father and uncles in that aspect. You are born to fight."

I don't want to fight anymore, I've had enough of violence, and I refuse to spill any more blood. Vincent clears his throat and brings me back to reality. "So, what's it going to be?" Is he that eager to find out if I'm going to keep killing his people or if I'm going to give up? I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and smile to myself. "I'll fight." The words escape my lips so eagerly, you'd think I'd been waiting for this moment my whole life. But I have a real plan that I'm going to follow this time. I just hope no one catches on before it's too late to back out of my decision.

If I encompass logic, I am still a human breed. What is my need is misunderstood. Instead, someone’s desires are fulfilled. Instead, some desires of someone get fulfilled. But I will rise. I will still win. I will fight. I will fight even this storm. I will fight again. I know disease. I realize pain within. I have not quit. I won’t quit it anyway. Amen. You too at rise is no surprise. You fight your illness and stay awake to live.

This is why I won my trials. I’m fast. I’m strong. And I know when to pick my battles. I choose this battle now. I choose today to fight.