Only For The Brave Novels & Stories

"At least you find him handsome" "Shut up. Brian is more…." "Handsome and caring, right?" Chelsea cut her short. Dove chuckled and walked towards the fruits stand. She tried taking a pineapple for her dad, but Ava outsmart her. It was the last pineapple on the fruits stand. "Hey, I got it first" "Sorry, but I need this for my mom, I want to bribe her with it" Ava said. "I never asked you what you wanted to use it for" Chloe said.

"Lookin' for all my real friends How many of us? How many of us are real friends To real friends, 'til the reel end 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin To 3 A.M., callin' How many real friends? Just to ask you a question Just to see how you was feelin' How many?" I hum to the music as I walk down the cracked gravel. "For the last you was frontin' I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, hope you good'

"I'm sorry, Em. I didn't mean-" "No, you're right," Emily interrupted, her voice soft. "I know I got lucky, especially after Ryan. But Soph, you deserve that too. Maybe Jake could be worth the risk." Sophia stared into her blue drink, watching the ice cubes slowly melt. "I don't know if I'm brave enough to find out." Freya leaned forward, her auburn pixie cut catching the light. "That's not something you need to decide now, Soph. We're all only teasing you, you know that?"

Lysander leans on the rail, confidence painted across his posture but cracked around the edges. “You guys are awfully quiet,” I say gently. Lysander smirks without looking at me. “Scared kids are supposed to be quiet.” Elysia shoots him a glare. “We’re not scared.” Her voice trembles. I sit down, tucking my knees under me. “It’s okay if you are. Being brave doesn’t mean you’re not afraid. It means you show up anyway.”

One of them had a faint engraving: Courage. I sat down on the stairs, holding the bracelet tight. It smelled faintly of cedar and old fabric, the kind of scent that clings to something tucked away for decades. I wondered how it had ended up here, in this coat pocket, and if perhaps my mother had meant for me to find it now. It wasn’t a legal document, it wasn’t a testimony or an affidavit, but it was a sign. A comforting sign. I closed my eyes and whispered into the stillness, “I’ll be brave , Mom. For them. For all of us.”

Spoke real instead. "These twelve fighters dropped shielding the Alliance. Shielding us all. Knew risks. Knew threats. Knew might not head home. But trailed anyhow. 'Cause believed bigger than self. 'Cause got that some stuff worth dropping for. 'Cause brave and true and all that makes us tough." Voice traveled hill. Strong past hurts. Clear past wipe-out. Each word picked careful. Each line meant.

he explained "I don't want you getting stre.." "I get it, you want it to be easier, but what if you're not there?" I asked with tears trickling down my face "What if the only way out is by persevering? You don't always have to use your money to find your way out of things. sometimes it's unfair to the innocent" I cried "But he wasn't innocent, he could've killed you if it went south and he can do more if he's out without a warning" he replied, pointing to the building "I want him to suffer for making you so frightened"

Who knows me well enough to stand in a hallway and wait for me to find him. "I was scared," I tell him. "That's what brave is," he says. And it's become our refrain. The thing we say to each other when bravery looks like terror. The thing we tell Isabella and Alexander when they're afraid but choosing to do hard things anyway. Brave is not the absence of fear. Brave is choosing to move through the fear anyway.

"Let go!" The two men pulled her forcefully in opposite directions. Serena felt like her body was being torn in half. [What's going on? Two men fighting over one woman?] [This is wild. Luca's inhuman! He sent Serena to his own brother's bed and filmed it!] [Turns out good men only exist in fantasies. He and Ginevra are perfect for each other.] "Enough!" Serena used all her strength to shake them both off and stumbled backward several steps. She looked at them with reddened eyes, her chest heaving violently. "I'm a person, not an object."

Milan, Italy Ricardo’s POV I looked into the man’s eyes. His dilated pupils told me he was afraid despite the words he was shouting— “Fuck you, Ricardo! I’m not afraid to die! My brother will avenge me. He will blow your brains out, you filthy—.”