Jane Cane Self Defense Novels & Stories

He said as he started to eat. "What if they are bigger than me and have more strength?" "Then we'll start a self defense training today." I looked at him and saw the seriousness in his eyes. "Oh no." I lowered my head and enjoyed the rest of the meal. 3 hours later. "I thought you said you couldn't defend yourself." Kane groaned as he tapped out from the lock hold I had him in. "I never said that." I laughed as I let go of his hand and fell backwards on the ground, releasing the strain in my core and letting my muscles breathe.

Jane As I stare at the knife in my hands, I have to smother a shiver. I’m not sure I could actually go through with stabbing someone – and it occurs to me that any thief or burglar might just as easily take the weapon from my hands and use it against me.

Mabel’s POV "I thought the point was to teach me how to defend myself, not hug me like a pillow," I said, my voice muffled against Zane’s chest. Ronan’s face lit up like I had said exactly what he wanted to hear. He pointed a finger at Zane. "Exactly. This was supposed to be a competition. You can’t win by standing there holding her." Zane lifted his head and gave him a slow look, calm but sharp enough to quiet the whole room. "You showed her a kick. I showed her a strike to the throat. Both are valid defenses. The difference is that mine actually works if she’s in danger."

she emphasized, her protectiveness evident. Mae couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at Jane's sudden display of strength. "Alright... Your baby..." Dean relented, assuming Jane's behavior was due to the effects of anesthesia. However, he was mistaken. As he reached out to her, Jane swiftly grabbed a knife from the bedside table, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Who said you could touch me?" Her tone was sharp, her gaze unwavering as she held the knife menacingly. Dean felt alarmed and took a step back, realizing the seriousness of the situation. Mae quickly intervened, disarming Jane and soothing her with gentle words.

"Ms. Candice, don't be afraid. In this country, as long as they're committing crimes, we as victims have the right to shoot them. This is what we call self-defense." Candice gulped nervously. As she nodded, a shiver was sent down her spine. Elio's expression was terrifyingly grim. After handing the gun to Sean, he looked at Candice. His gaze was filled with worry and regret. As he walked toward Candice, he took off his suit jacket. Kneeling beside her, he draped the jacket over her.

she snarled at him, her rage and fear making her more reckless than she might have otherwise been in the presence of a criminal boss who had her alone and at his mercy. Jane tried to lunge backwards in hopes of knocking him off balance enough so she could go for the gun. She didn't even care if it looked like self defence any more, she was going to empty that gun into his male chauvinistic ass, reload and then shoot her initials into him. He gripped her by the back of the robe and yanked. The robe was wrenched down her arms trapping them at her side and exposing the pale skin and small rounded breasts of her upper body.

It was destined to be a disaster tonight. Jane had expected it. To be honest, it was probably a blessing that she could do it herself instead of losing her virginity to the tyrant king. At least she didn’t have to endure being pinned down. Jane tore off a piece of cloth from her skirt and used it as padding under her body. Then she lifted the hem of her skirt with one hand while holding the dagger upside down with the other. Although she had decided to do it, she still instinctively resisted it. She consoled herself by thinking of it as an injury. She had suffered enough injuries growing up, had she not?

said Jake. "Would that act be dangerous?" asked Ann. “They may try to kidnap you, threaten you, or bribe you to separate you from J. Carter. That's why you must constantly be accompanied by several bodyguards, carry a weapon for self-protection, and carry bugs and tracking devices at all times," said Jake seriously. “I can use a gun and a knife. I've also studied Taekwondo for self-defense," said Ann enthusiastically. Since getting to know Hans Graham, she tried to be a feminine woman, but actually, Ann was an active woman who was a tomboy.

"I can handle myself, and I'll return home immediately as my shift ends." Abby remarked, "I believe it would be best if I were to fetch you." Rye's head was shaken. "You cannot leave my daughter alone in this room while you go to get me. I assure you, I'll be OK, and it's only a few blocks away." "However, you planned to walk along the street by yourself." "I earned a black belt in judo and undergo self-defense training—" "Who knows if you'll encounter a member of a deadly organization, as gangsters were unique?"

Rowan’s gaze snapped back to mine. For the first time since I’d met him, his eyes looked… human. Not friendly. But human. I held his stare and didn’t give him an out. “I think you killed Kline because you were defending a minor.” Rowan’s nostrils flared. He didn’t answer. That was an answer. My throat tightened. I pushed it down. “Rowan. If that man reached for a girl—if he grabbed her, threatened her—then that’s not a gray area. That’s not ‘maybe.’ That’s self-defense or defense of others, and a jury can understand that.”