Self Defense Novels & Stories

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."

‘She’s a fragile woman who can’t take a beating! The other ladies were on the verge of vomiting. ‘She was the most vicious and ruthless person in the room last night. Does she have any misunderstanding about the word “fragile”?’ “Mr. Leach, self-defense isn’t considered a fight, right?” Cherie’s words shocked the other girls. ‘Did she just believe in her nonsense?’ The instructor was flustered. “Justifiable self-defense doesn’t count—” “Mr. Leach, she’s lying! She clearly is the one who made a move on us first!” Wynona was not reconciled.

"You don't love me, James. This isn't love. This is obsession, and it's not healthy. You need help." "I don't need help, Katie. I just need you," he said, his eyes dark and intense. I knew that I needed to get away, but I also knew that I couldn't outrun him. I needed to find a way to fight back. "You need to stop, James. Right now." But he didn't stop. Instead, he lunged at me, his hands reaching for my throat. I instinctively brought up my hands to defend myself and pushed him away, using the self-defense moves I had learned in my classes. James stumbled backward, surprised at my sudden action.

The genuine concern in his eyes tugged at my heartstrings, and the offer to impart self-defense skills resonated with a desire to empower rather than control. "I appreciate your concern, Sergio," I began, the sincerity in my voice evident. "I understand the importance of being able to defend myself. If you're willing to teach me, I'm definitely down for it." The prospect of learning self-defense felt like a step towards personal empowerment, a skill that transcended the realm of physical strength.

he mused. “What do you mean?” I demanded. “Well, if I will teach you how to defend yourself then you would learn how to stop me when I pull you in my bed next time, isn't it?” he mocked me. “You pulled me, you caught me off guard,” I barked. “Caught you off guard…?” he raised his eyebrows. “Isn’t self defence and training exactly for that? Or do attackers in your country announce their arrival before actually tackling the other party…” “Oh, shut up!” I growled. “There are attackers catching someone off guard, and then there is … you know…” I trailed off. I did not wish to utter words ‘fated mates’ just yet. I don’t want my mom to hear…!

She looked up with a questioning look. “It’s my gift. You have encountered some disadvantages today while you were outside. I want to apologize for my negligence, but that would only come as an excuse. So, I brought you some self-defense weapons that you can use when something happens without me; or Harvey by your side. You can at least defend yourself until we come to your rescue. You can choose whatever you like.” Uncle Domeng explained

he tells me. From all the things I’ve been learning and seeing since I arrived at the agency, I started to understand that fighting is involved in the missions. I already know what a secret agent does, but it doesn’t seem as easy as it looks like in movies. I wipe the sweat with a clean towel and stand in front of him in the middle of the large blue carpet. “Okay, so I want you to remember one thing.” he starts. “When someone suddenly attacks you, you don’t have enough time to think and act. Before your attacker gains full control of you, you must do everything you can to defend yourself from any sort of harm. To do so, you should aim for the parts of the body where you can do the most damag

"No, that's okay." She watched as he brought the mug back up to his lips and took another drink of the hot coffee. The skin underneath his eyes was dark, and she could see that he was tired. Had her nightmares been keeping him up more than she realized? "Somethin' you wanna ask me?" Her fingers twisted, and he could see her hem and haw. "Just spit it out." "If someone wanted to know how to defend themselves – not like self-defense classes where you have to touch each other, but some other kind of defense – what would you tell them to do?"

The number is almost negligible because we were putting a lot of money in the bet that we are sure of winning. The old man replied, "Yes, you should raise that number soon, we have a mission " He replied, "Sure, sir." . . Self defence, a preventive measure that involves defending one's health and well-being from harm. Using the right of self defense as a legal justification for the use of force in time of danger is legitimate in many jurisdictions is divided into material