Self Defense Novels & Stories

His brows come together, “You know some self-defense” “A little, my cousin taught me that move” I smile at him. He manhandled me once a long time ago, and I almost made a hole in his foot with my stilettos. “It was effective, enough time for you to get out your weapon if you were taken by surprise” “You can also go for the eyes, nose, throat” he tips his chin “Balls. For you, the goal is to get away, get somewhere safe not try to be a hero”

she asked him. “Because it was necessary! That knife was supposed to be used if I go rogue and attack you or if it was necessary like this situation. If I ever did anything to hurt you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself when I cake back to my senses. If you killed me, you would have been justified and it would have been self defense and I wouldn’t be able to face you to look at your face and tell you how sorry I am for coming after you and almost killing you. It was the only way I could have kept you safe!” he said to her

"But...what if he acts before we can stop him." Thomas, as if expecting the question, reached into his drawer and pulled out a small swish blade. "Then you'll be prepared. Keep this with you all the time." He handed the blade over to her. Lily looked down at it and frowned. "It won't be considered murder, assault or bodily harm if it's in self defense, right?" She asked. Thomas nodded. "Exactly. And even if it is," he flashed her a smile. "You can always trust your big brother."

Every time a branch snapped or leaves rustled, his hand went to the knife at his belt. After an hour of silence, he spoke. "Someone grabs you from behind. What do you do?" I blinked. "What?" "Self-defense. Someone grabs you. What do you do?" "I—I don't know—" "Wrong answer." He stopped walking and turned to face me. "You go for the eyes, the throat, or the groin. Soft targets. You're smaller and weaker so you fight dirty. Always." He moved behind me before I could react. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. The contact sent sparks through my whole body. I could feel every inch of him pressed against me.

Tina, who had remained silent all along, suddenly spoke. Her little face flushed red, she bravely met the elderly lady's shocked gaze and declared loudly, "I did make my teacher mad, but my answer wasn't wrong! Mom lost her job to protect me! She's the best mother in the world! I won't allow you to bully her!" The girl's clear, innocent voice rebutted Rachel sharply and hit me hard. Tears flowed down my cheeks uncontrollably. Rick's eyes turned red. He kissed Tina's forehead. Hugging Tina and holding me, he turned around resolutely, not sparing his mother another glance.

"Teach you what?" "How to defend myself. How to fight. Really fight, not just the basics." The words came out in a rush now that I'd started. "I don't want to be helpless. I don't want to freeze up if something happens. I want to be able to protect myself." Zade studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. My stomach twisted nervously. What if he said no? What if he thought it was pointless, that I'd never be good enough to actually defend myself against a real threat?

his voice was cold and hard this time and she was compelled to look at him The moment her heavy eyes met his, he felt a pang, feeling sorry for her “Listen sweetheart, if you would not have shot him, he might have killed me right?,” That wasn’t true, that man would never have been able to kill Siddharh, however he had to magnify and glorify both.. Magnify the crime and glorify the act done in defence “Whatever you did was in self defence and it is legally allowed to defend yourself.. Samaira, are you listening to me?,” He shook her forcefully and she whimpered “Hmm, mm, yes I.. I did it in self defence right?,” she asked in doubt then sniffed hard

“Two. They could have been more but I only clearly saw two. They were large, coordinated. They immediately grabbed Harper and started to back away. They didn't act like robbers. They didn't ask for wallets or phones.” "What did they say?" Jace paused, his eyes flicking briefly towards Naomi, then back to the detective. “Nothing at all. It happened very fast.” “And the weapon?” the detective pressed. “I am a licensed security agent, officer. I always carry a permitted personal defense sidearm,” Jace stated, using the technical term. “As soon as I perceived the threat, I brought out my weapon.” He spoke confidently, revealing just enough to establish his actions as necessary and well-within th

I said, a final, feeble defense against the inevitability of what I was becoming. Antonio's lips curved into something too sharp to be called a smile. "Good. When you start enjoying it, you become sloppy. Reckless." He stepped closer, his presence commanding, impossible to ignore. "This isn't about enjoyment. It's about survival. It's about protection—of yourself." Protection. The word resonated, providing a framework I could almost accept. Not killing for pleasure or power, but for protection. Self-defense. Survival. It was a thin distinction, perhaps even a false one, but it was something I could hold onto.

Marcus said. “Why?” Lexi asked. “Self defense is taught to people who need to learn to defend themselves. A lot of times the people in the class are people who suffered from some form of attack, and part of their healing is to make sure they feel like they can defend themselves. It is that reason that self defense is usually taught in a controlled environment where the students feel safe, and no surprise distraction can occur. I should probably know this, but how many days a week do you have self defense class?”