Self Defense Novels & Stories

I am so useless. But I don't want to be useless anymore. This time, I want to save myself again for the second time. I know he planned everything this time, but I hope heaven will help me again to protect me from that monster. In a difficult situation, the only person who can protect you from those who want to harm you repeatedly until your soul voluntarily caves in is you. Learn how to defend yourself and fight. Have faith in your ability to stand up for your rights as a woman. Don't allow them to belittle you.

It's not my fault that their attitude makes me angry. “It's not your fault,” I muttered to Hugo. “You did your best and you defended yourself because they tried to kill you. Self-defense is not a crime.” “Thank you,” Hugo said softly. I waved my right hand as if it was nothing serious. I glanced at him. “You killed them, but you couldn't find me?”

Leo cringed and said, "It's a Watchman secret." "When there is a person that isn't a Watchman but a member cares deeply for, they tell me that they claim them and I put a protective order over them. It means that no one in the gang can harm them and that the gang is obligated to protect them whenever possible." Luke explained after shooting my brother a dirty look. I took a moment to absorb what he just said. "OK, so why would more than one person do that?" I asked. "The more members that publicly claim them, the more important and protected that person is." Tom explained.

It'd take me less than three minutes to be done. I walked with determined steps without an ounce of pity or hesitancy. When I saw Roman Driggs sitting in his orange shirt and pants, I rolled my eyes, easily annoyed and pissed that I didn't make the better decision when I had the chance to. This man had conned me, my heart, and the opportunities he took from me for his own selfish gains. He smirked at me and winked. I reminded myself that going to jail for any reason was not wise. I picked up the receiver, not caring about sterilization, I needed to say the shịt on my chest and get out before he had a chance to poison me again.

I gripped the familiar cold metal between the palms of my hands. "Today's lesson is weaponized self-defense. If you can't prevent an attack, counteract it. Before we start, Livia, please remind us of the four elements required for self-defense." "Yes, Master J. The four elements for self-defense are an unprovoked attack, threat of imminent injury or death, and an objectively reasonable degree of force, used in response to an objectively reasonable fear of injury or death." "Good job Livia. Identifying the threat reduces the risk of casualties. During orientation, you were told that every member of the Soldier Unit could choose a specialty, such as being a sniper, bomber, etc. Still, everyone

“No please! Please! Spare her! Ple— “ I stab him straight in the heart and twist it, watching him lose his life. Just then we hear a commotion from outside the club and i signal to one of the guards to check it out. I pull out my knife and one of the guards hands me a piece of cloth on which I wipe it. My second in command, also my best friend— Dom, orders the rest of the guys to dispose of the body and clean up. I leave with him following behind me. I get to my office and set my knife down. “You realize his daughter is only 8.”

he sits in front of my desk in the chair, “Call me Brent. I came to warn you my daughter left the hospital against the doctors orders and is considered a danger to the public they are looking for her but the loss of the baby has caused her to be mentally unstable and i fear she will come after you.” I ponder what he’s telling me and nod my head in understanding. "Thank you for letting me know, Brent. I'll take the necessary precautions," I say, trying to offer some reassurance. He sighs in relief and stands to leave, "Please be careful. She can be very cunning when she wants to be," he adds, a hint of desperation in his voice. I nod as i walk him out. i sit and call Jasah into my office and

“Oh, that? Just a little self-defense. You know, women have to stay prepared these days. Dangerous world and all that.” The man nodded, pretending to agree, but the glint in his eye said he wasn’t buying my shit. “True, true. But usually, self-defense doesn’t involve intentionally running people over or driving a fifty-thousand-euro car like it’s a battering ram.” “I panicked,” I said quickly, plastering on my most charming smile. It seemed to work for Mr. King of Hell Moretti himself. This man’s vibe wasn’t as scary as that one, I could make it out. “I mean, wouldn’t you? A bunch of guys waving knives and crowbars? It’s a miracle I didn’t faint on the spot!”

A lean toward the woman sitting behind me in my study who had just said yes to the first thing I had offered her that was not a weapon. I told myself what I always told myself when he pushed like this. I gave myself a defense. It was protection. I was only going to protect her. That was all this is. I almost believed it.

The idea that had arrived somewhere in the middle of Josie's speech about Santoro queens and kicking back into gear, and had planted itself firmly and refused to be talked out of. "Luca." "Yeah." "Teach me self-defense." The silence that followed this was immediate and complete. "...What?" "Self-defense." I kept my voice entirely casual. "Basic stuff. Enough that if someone grabs me and you're not immediately there, I can handle the first thirty seconds myself." Nothing. "Luca."