Self Defense Novels & Stories

But he didn't, which begs the question; "Why did you need to take self-defense classes?" "Because, love," he squeezes my waist and I let out a soft gasp. "Everyone needs to know how to defend themselves. Self-defense doesn't only train the body, it also trains the mind, and that's very important," he says.

"Of course not, but…" "Then teach me!" I stepped closer, close enough that he had to look down to meet my eyes. "If you don't want me to be under your father's mercy, at least teach me how to defend myself. Basic self-defense. How to hold a gun, how to shoot. I also want to work on my body, make myself stronger." John stared down at me for a long moment. I could see him thinking, weighing his options. "Why?" he asked finally. "Because I'm tired of being helpless. I'm tired of being afraid. I want to be someone who can't be broken so easily."

“Alright, how about this? I’ll stay here for three more days and though you probably won’t be able to learn any difficult moves within that short amount of time, under my guidance, you can surely learn at least a few for self-defense. That way, your enemies won’t be able to come too close to you that easily! While the moves themselves are practical and generally easier to learn, keep in mind that the moves aren’t designed to hurt people! They’re primarily for self-defense, after all!” said Finnley.

Fear quickly crept into my whole being. "Let me go!" I was trying to fight him off, but he was just too strong from me. No matter how hard I fought to free myself, I just couldn't. I remembered the things that Chris taught for self defense. Using the heel of right foot, I hit him in his groin causing for him to let me go. I ran away as fast as I could until I saw a police car. That's when I felt that I am finally safe. Nothing bad will happen to me. There's a police man just few meters away from me.

I said. “It’s not about being violent. You have to at least try and defend yourself. Or at least if people know that you can handle yourself, they won't be as likely to harass you. I have some time in the morning, I’ll do it myself,” he said, giving me a smile.

But Beth isn’t slowing down. “You’ll thank me later,” she says. Once I’ve sweated through all my insecurities, we move on to the actual training, which I thought would be, you know, like learning how to throw a basic punch. But no—Beth has other ideas. “Self-defense is about confidence, Julie. It’s about believing you can handle yourself. Now, let’s see your stance.” I plant my feet, wobbling. She raises an eyebrow, crossing her arms like she’s contemplating my chances of survival.

She pushed herself to her feet and questioned, "Why do I need this again? It's not like I'll be fighting rogues in the near future." I raised an eyebrow. "You're unaware of that. Furthermore, self-defense is more than just fighting. It all comes down to control, understanding, and confidence. There are three things you could do better." She made a small line with her lips, and I prepared myself for the response I knew was unavoidable. "Dominance?" Her tone was serious as she repeated. "You tend to discuss control, given how you—" "Stop," I interrupted, my tone harsh. "The past is not relevant here. Making sure you can defend yourself in the future is the goal."

“And I’m grateful to hear that you’ll use it to find answers. But I hope you won’t use it to violently find those answers. Violence and revenge are never the ways to accomplish anything. “Of course, you need to be able to fight anyone who wishes to attack you. Self defense is important. I always advocate for that. “But self defense is different from attacking out of pure rage and revenge. Those strong emotions can color your mind, making your fights less productive.” “I understand,” I say. “I think I have control of my emotions now. I think I’ve mastered them.” “Well then, I think you’re ready to test that,” he says. “I think yo

I know my eyes go wide, not in fear, but shock that she would touch me, let alone so aggressively. “He is mine, bitch! Don’t even think about it,” she threatens then literally spits on my face. “What the hell?! Let go, Rachel! I don’t care who is yours or who you think you belong to; I just want to do my job in peace. LET ME GO AND MOVE OUT OF MY WAY!” She might be bigger and taller than me, but I know how to defend myself. Thanks to the homeless thief from last year, I took some free self-defense classes the city police were offering at the local YMCA. My police instructors were rather impressed with my abilities and quick learning.

Once the security guards came over, she quickly broke free of Zachary's grasp and hid behind them. "Calm down, Zach. I really didn't know it was her. I was too panicked to see who she was." The passersby at the courthouse entrance saw the frightened Gigi hiding behind the security guards and the shaken Zachary who looked like he was drowning in regret. They were all curious to know what happened. Before I could speak, John angrily filled them in. Everyone was stupefied when they heard that Zachary had defended his first love and gotten her acquitted of all charges when she had killed his mother.