Only For The Brave Novels & Stories

“But you’re the brains behind the operation.” “Doesn’t make you any less important.” I leaned a shoulder against the shelf to study her turned back. “I wouldn’t have done this without you. Wouldn’t have had the courage.” Vanessa turned halfway. “You don’t think so? I do. I think you’re one of the bravest people I know.” “Brave.” I snorted, and this time it was my turn to look away. “Is it brave to soldier on when you’re trapped in a world you never asked for? Brave to bow your head when you should fight?”

Teach this slut a lesson she'll never forget. The door burst open—no, Scarlett realized with horror, it had been ajar. Six massive men poured in, bodyguards built like walls, their suits straining over bulging muscles. They were giants, early thirties to forties, faces hard and expressionless, eyes hungry as they surrounded her. Scarlett backed away, heart hammering, trapped against the kitchen counter. 'What... no, stay away! bitch, call them off!'

“You’re braver than most people here.” But I didn’t feel brave. I felt raw. Violated. Furious. Terrified. But I smiled faintly anyway. “Bravery,” I said, “is just surviving in the dark without becoming it.”

she said. A brief smile appeared on his lips. “I’m a Warrior. I can get through school.” She watched as he hitched his backpack over one shoulder and walked across the grassy expanse of the front lawn and headed inside the school building. His head was held high and pride fluttered in her heart at his bravery.

She rallied her weary warriors, guiding them away from the main conflict, leading them towards the safety of the Whisperwind Glade. The chase was relentless, the Obsidian Pack hot on their heels. Lyra, fueled by adrenaline and a desperate determination, pushed her warriors to their limits. They leaped across ravines, navigated treacherous terrain, their bodies aching, their lungs burning. But they pressed on, driven by the hope of survival, fueled by their unwavering loyalty to one another.

The way your eyes shoot love daggers looking at Denzel. I don’t know if i can ever love Win like that. With so much devotion and care. I don’t know if i can ever fulfill the expectations Win has with me. I don’t know if i can make it a happy living like you are. But yes i know i can always look up to a brother when i need guidance, when i need advice. I know i can look up to you to know how to fulfill the promises. I know i don’t need to be worried. Right "? Bright said with every word filled with respect and love for Cyrus. Win patted his shoulder softly with a misty smile...

"Lead the way." Noah beamed, his entire face lighting up with a "sunshine" energy that rivaled his niece’s. He grabbed Orion’s massive forearm, his small hand barely able to wrap around the thick, corded muscle. "You’re the best! Come on, it’s just two blocks away."

I asked, my fingers hovering over the keys. "What's the difference?" Tia asked, her voice dripping with scepticism. "Instaconnect is for people who want to meet up in twenty minutes for something that involves very little talking," I explained. "Lovebomb, on the other hand, is for the long game. It’s got algorithms, personality quizzes, and a much lower 'creep' factor. That’s where I found Kyle."

'There’s a difference. My reflection blurs. I’m not crying. I refuse to cry before I even try. My hands are trembling but I force them steady. Brave isn’t the absence of fear. Brave is knowing every reason you should stop… and doing it anyway.

I have always been the type to take people at their word. In fact, I've never been good at reading between the lines. Back in middle school, a girl deliberately slipped a cheat sheet into my hand. "Hold this for me. The teacher's coming," she whispers. She probably expects me to panic and stuff it into my pocket. Instead, I raise my hand. "This belongs to her. She just put it in my hand," I declare. Years later, after I start working, a new manager begins auditing the accounts. My colleague, Wendy Boyer, keeps stomping on my foot under the table. Lowering her voice, she whispers, "Just take the blame for now. You're still new, so he won't come down too hard on you." I nod, stand up,