Self Defense Novels & Stories

she says. " I pay. Cash or card?" *** After I payed, I waited for twenty agonising minutes before I finally spot a crying Veronica , who is accompanied by two police officers. As soon as she sees me she starts to sob and I pull her towards me, hugging her. " I.. I killed someone " she cries. " It was self defence, I don't know who that guy was but if you had to go so far it was either you or him. It's not a crime to defend yourself. Come I'll take you home" I say and pull her to the exit.

one of the police officers said, relaying the situation to Alex, who was standing nearby, arms crossed, watching the scene unfold. “It was self-defense,” Alex replied coolly, not missing a beat. “He attacked first, but I admit... I went a little overboard. He’s been stalking and threatening my wife. The anger made me do more than I should have.” His tone remained calm, almost detached, as if he was discussing a minor inconvenience. “I can come in if I need to give my statement about that.” “Self-defense?” The officer’s tone was skeptical, but there was nothing else to question. The bruises on Roy’s face and the state of his injuries were undeniable.

Duke mumbled, meeting her calm eyes with a look of confusion. Jada sighed, growing impatient with Duke's persistence. "Self-defense, Duke. It means that if you provoke someone to the point where they feel physically threatened or endangered, they have the right to defend themselves. Your derogatory comments and insults could be seen as a form of provocation that led to my uncle's reaction." Seeing how unafraid Jada was by his threat, Duke hesitated for a moment, his anger giving way to a defensive posture as he lashed out, "Well, I may have said a few things, but I have the right to express my opinion, don't I?"

he said, “Second, use your head, knees, and elbows. The body parts I mentioned are one of the hardest parts of our body so you can use it to defend yourself, and did you know that the most dangerous move is just an elbow to the face. Elbows are harder than fists, and an attack on an elbow is only more likely to hit them than a knee or kick attack. Whereas a blow can lead to a broken fist, an elbow will simply produce a solid impact. You will also always remember that running is one of the most effective ways—” "Isn't running a symbol of cowardice?" I interrupted him. That's what I heard from the people hanging out in the village so I asked him. “No, Maze, you're just protecting yourself. Som

Fighting makes me feel like an evil person. " Not if it is for self-defense or for saving the lives of loved ones," he said. Oops, I didn't know I said that out loud. "Imagine three people are banging on the door on you and your mother hides you in the closet and the door is kicked off its hinges, to the other side of the room and they are about to kill her. You found out a gun was beside you, would you rather watch her die than shoot the killer".

I asked and he nodded. "I was polite, and he was anything but," he replied and I nodded reaching for my firearm putting it into my body holster, buttoning up my jacket. "Are you going to shoot him?" Victor asked fearfully. "We'll see," I replied as we stepped out of the car watching as he jogged over, walking beside me. "What do mean by such a thing?" "Him getting shot will be based on his actions, self-defence is only necessary for a helpless woman," I replied finding humour in my words.

I said. "No,I did not," he said. I waited for more. I exhaled and let it go because the morning was cold and we were standing in a yard and apparently we were doing this. "What do you know?" he asked. "About what?" I said. "Fighting," he said. "Defending yourself. What do you know." I thought about it honestly. "Survival instinct," I said. "Twisting under weight. Protecting my throat,finding leverage when someone larger has me pinned. The things you learn when you need them"

he said. “Speaking of strength,” I said, setting the sandwich down. “I want to learn how to shoot. Basically I want to learn how to defend myself.” “You’ll have security at all times, you don’t need to learn those things,” he argued. “I can’t expect a bunch of people to protect me. Taking care of myself is my own job. Besides, you don’t owe me anything and neither does your security detail,” I shot back. “They get paid to keep you safe.”

I defended. “Yeah? keep telling yourself that.”

Determined. "Mama. Papa. I want to learn self-defense. Real training. Not just basics. Real skills. Like you have. Like you used to protect us. To survive. To fight when necessary." "Why?" Sienna asked. Surprised. Concerned. "You're safe. We've built a peaceful life. There's no danger. No threats. No reason to learn to fight." "I know. But I want to be strong. Capable. Able to protect myself. To fight if I need to. Like you. Like Papa. Like all the strong women in our family who survived impossible things. I want that strength. That capability. That confidence."