Jane Cane Self Defense Novels & Stories

I have no idea how she got here, or how she knew when to plan this, but I know one thing—I’m pissed the fuck off. “Come on, Noah. She’s gone, so we can just pick up where we left off,” she whines. “What, with me kicking you out?” I ask sarcastically, finally finding the phone and starting to record a video. I keep it angled up toward the ceiling so Jessica can’t see what I’m doing. But I need to prove to Jane that nothing happened besides the verifiable evidence that I once had exceptionally shitty taste in women. My eyes suddenly go to the box Jane dropped before she ran out. From the mess it left behind, I can tell that it’s one of those apple pies I love from the café just off campus. My

With dizzying speed, his knife slices through the front of my silk top, deepening the neckline. This fucker. But as he leers, his scent spikes. Which means that he’s distracted enough by what he’s uncovered that I get a chance to put the self-defense classes my sister forced me to attend to good use. Knee to the groin. Headbutt to the nose. And, as a little extra, an elbow to the stomach. I mean, why not?

The security personnel there refused to let me in. The security guard laughed when he saw me. “Why, isn’t this Mr. Schultz, who tried to badmouth Mr. Jordan out of jealousy? Ms. Hanson really is quite magnanimous. She only fired you instead of having your reputation as a lawyer ruined. You can still find work.” I did not bother to respond to this. I looked at the security guard and said, “Let me in. I’ll leave after I pick up my things.” “I’m sorry. I only take orders from Ms. Hanson and Mr. Jordan.”

“Look, if you are going to kill me, then give me the honor to defend myself.” The woman scoffed. “That trick won’t work on me bitch, I don’t have much time,” she aimed to stab again and Ariana swerved. This time, the woman tumbled on the bed beside Ariana, facedown so Ariana quickly picked a pillow and hard-pressed it on her head. However, with the woman swiping the knife in the air in self-defense, it was hard to swerve with both hands pressed on the pillow. Ariana was afraid and tried to take the knife, which helped the girl to regain herself. She lifted herself to a sitting position and Ariana shifted back till she couldn’t increase the distance anymore due to the restriction on her left

“It’s not going to kill you. It’s just going to knock you out.” I whimpered a little, pretending to be terrified. And while my heart was racing, I wasn’t the same, helpless, little girl that I had been before. Niccolo had taught me everything I needed to know when he taught me self-defense. As his arm was raised, I grabbed his wrist tightly and I raised my knee high up to his crotch. I hit him so hard that the man crumpled over. He dropped both the syringe, and the gun.

They had just gotten to the parking lot, but before they could get into the car, they were surrounded by four young men who suddenly emerged from the shadows. Jane Simpson had learned some self-defense techniques like grappling from Harvey. She also had a pepper spray in her bag. If she was alone, there was a high probability that she would be able to get away. The problem was that she had to protect herself and look after her best friend at the same time. As a result, her best friend was fine, but she was taken straight into a van and brought away...

Then, out of nowhere, she lunged at Jane, hand raised to strike. But Jane wasn’t someone who took hits without swinging back. She had trained in self-defense. Xena never stood a chance. Before Xena could even land the slap, Jane caught her wrist mid-air and fired back with one of her own—then another, and another. Zac rushed over to pull them apart, but Jane wouldn’t let up. In the struggle, he ended up getting scratched across the face, looking completely disheveled and out of control. The scene spiraled into chaos. It wasn’t until the staff rushed over that the two women were finally separated.

‘She’s a fragile woman who can’t take a beating! The other ladies were on the verge of vomiting. ‘She was the most vicious and ruthless person in the room last night. Does she have any misunderstanding about the word “fragile”?’ “Mr. Leach, self-defense isn’t considered a fight, right?” Cherie’s words shocked the other girls. ‘Did she just believe in her nonsense?’ The instructor was flustered. “Justifiable self-defense doesn’t count—” “Mr. Leach, she’s lying! She clearly is the one who made a move on us first!” Wynona was not reconciled.

I know my eyes go wide, not in fear, but shock that she would touch me, let alone so aggressively. “He is mine, bitch! Don’t even think about it,” she threatens then literally spits on my face. “What the hell?! Let go, Rachel! I don’t care who is yours or who you think you belong to; I just want to do my job in peace. LET ME GO AND MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!” She might be bigger and taller than me, but I know how to defend myself. Thanks to the homeless thief from last year, I took some free self-defense classes the city police were offering at the local YMCA. My police instructors were rather impressed with my abilities and quick learning.

I say, seething. Self defense is certainly not my best skill set but I know a few things. Certainly enough to ward off Cassandra though these heels would make a hell of a weapon. A female doesn’t need shiny jewels or fancy dresses, she needs a good tool to defend herself. The night air quickly gets cut by the sounds of her over exaggerated cries. They nearly make me deaf. “You broke my wrist! You stupid piece of shit! Daddy!! DADDY,” she wails, as I put my hands on my hips defiantly.