Jane Cane Self Defense Novels & Stories

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.

"But the other part of you, the teen-girl part, is really, really stupid and immature. You do realize he was protecting you, right?" "Do I look like I need protecting or something? I mean, what is it about me that screams damsel in distress?" "Not sure, show me your guns." Zane pointed to my arms. I flexed, trying hard not to smile. "Hmm, and did you ever take karate? Self-defense? Or any of those weird dance classes at the YMCA that put crazy kickboxing moves to the beats of one of my songs?" "'Hip Hop'?" "Not that one." "'Body Combat'?"

2 Hours later. Jennifer was left in the interrogation room for the past two hours and she was busy yelling she is innocent.“I swear I had no intentions to use the knife!” Jennifer cried even though she cried her lungs out, it was hopeless because no one was in the interrogation room. “Fine! Be like that! Why would I do that? It was just for self-defense measures!” She was yelling. She was right though, Jerald have been teaching her to defend herself using the pocket knife.The door went open and when she saw Mason she sighed in relief.

" Jane Tong desperately restrained herself from punching Kane's stunningly beautiful face ...... fists clenched and unclenched. "You know what, Mr. Kane. There are some people who, not that they won't cry out in pain, but that crying out in pain when it hurts won't get them cared for, but will instead provoke a beating." She was talking about those three years of her life: "So I would like to ask Mr. Kane, are all those people who just hold back from crying out in pain to get one less beating wrong? Was it that they were just being insincere?" Kane obviously froze for a moment, but then, on his stunningly beautiful face, a sarcastic smile appeared:

Cane had moved to step between us, his hands held up, his face lined with genuine fear, not for himself, but for me. "Vane, stop! Eloise, you can't fight him! You know what he’s capable of, he’s not in his right mind!" "I said back off, Cane!" I snapped. "He wants to fight for the pack’s soul? Then let him take it from me. If he wants to kill the assets, he has to go through me to do it." Cane hesitated, his hands trembling. He looked at me, the vulnerable girl he’d met at the garage. He didn't see the woman Viper had taught to fight, or the predator Silas had created. He saw someone he needed to protect. But that was his own mistake.

I held the knife. The weight of it solid in my grip. Real. Heavy. Clarissa was still struggling against the wall. Jasper restraining her. Barely. She was screaming. Incoherent. Wild. I could see the back of her head. Her exposed neck. Her vulnerable body. One strike. That's all it would take. End the threat. Permanently. My hand tightened on the handle. I'd taken self-defense classes in New York. Learned the basics.

Having said that, she asked Jayne, “Jayne, can you teach me a little self-defense? In that case, I will have the ability to protect myself if anyone wants to find fault with me.” Jayne said embarrassedly, “Elaine, I can teach you, but it’s impossible for you to learn much this morning... Even if you can learn, you’re already so old, so it’s difficult for you to gain any advantage over Chloe and Jacelyn.” “What should I do, then?” Elaine was already panicking a lot when she suddenly thought of something and quickly said to Jayne, “Jayne, why don’t we do this? You guys will be going back to start packing your personal belongings later, right? Why don’t we take advantage of this opportunity to

Sebastian had one of the guards by the shirt, lifting him halfway off the ground, his expression darker than Kane had ever seen it. Two other guards were trying to pull him back. And Mona— Kane's chest tightened. She stood there, held by another guard, her face pale, her eyes wide with something that twisted something deep inside him. Fear. That was the only thing he saw. And he hated it. He moved straight for the man holding her and swung. His fist connected with the guard's face with brutal precision. The man dropped instantly. Out cold. Mona stumbled slightly as the grip on her disappeared, her eyes snapping to Kane.

"Decorative, but also an effective weapon." I ran my fingers along the smooth surface, feeling slight variations in the metal that suggested hidden mechanisms. "Is this what you use your renowned fortune for? Designer weapons disguised as mobility aids?" A hint of a smile played across his lips. "Among other things." He demonstrated how it could be used defensively, his movements flowing with lethal grace. "An attacker will underestimate someone they perceive as injured. That mistake would give you the advantage." I practiced with the cane daily, incorporating it into the training routines Kane designed. "You're not just teaching me to defend myself," I observed one afternoon. "These are off

She went to them as one of them was checking for the man's pulse. She is a doctor but she has learned self-defense as she always believes that girls should learn to protect themselves. She kicked one on the back and as the other turned around and tried to attack but she made a cut on his forearm and then she side-kicked him in his face. They both fall and she kicked the shovel far away from one's hand.