She's Worth Fighting For Novels & Stories

But now… Who was she even fighting for?

I swear to God I have no idea where it came from and I still can't believe I said it, but when she asked that question I just looked at her and said: "Anything worth having is worth fighting for." She got a weird look on her face and then said "That's it buster; we are out of here." She grabbed her purse and stood up. It caught me by surprise so I was a little slow to react, but I did get up and she took my arm in what seemed like a possessive manner and led me out of the building. Once in the car she slid over next to me and put her hand in my lap and felt around for the hard lump she knew would be there. She found it and started rubbing it as she said:

“At least I have something worth fighting for. Better than you, stuck in the past, choking on your own bitterness.” Her words hit harder than I expect. My jaw tightens, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me crack. So I laugh again, softer this time, dangerous. “Worth fighting for? This?” I sweep my hand toward the arena where Alphas are already warming up, flexing, snarling, preparing to tear each other apart. “This parade of desperate fools willing to bleed just to have your hand? You call that worth it?”

We continued fighting, and our swords clashed like thunder. The funny thing was that no one talked or made a sound, neither did they cheer. Everyone just kept on watching in anticipation, eager to see who the winner was going to be. As the fight continued, I found my self on the defensive, because her swift strikes, her crazy agility and weird articulated precision was pushing me back and making me retreat. It was then that I realized that she wasn’t just fighting for the 100 karat gold price, she was fighting for recognition and respect.

she says. "Anything," I reply. "Promise me you'll fight smart, not proud," she says. "I know the pack will be watching. I know there's pressure to fight a certain way. But promise me you'll do whatever it takes to win." "I promise," I say. "Even if it looks cowardly," she continues. "Even if people criticize how you fight, none of that matters if you're dead." "I know," I say. "I promise, Penelope. I'll fight to win, not to impress anyone."

“But you’re stronger than this. You’re stronger than him. And you’re stronger than some skinny, desperate college girl who can’t keep her hands to herself. You just have to decide if he’s worth the fight. If what you have is worth fighting for.” I looked at her, at the unwavering loyalty in her eyes, and I knew, with a certainty that settled deep in my soul, that he was. He was worth the fight. We were worth the fight. “I think he is,” I whispered, my voice a hoarse, choked promise.

She’d named the specific thing I’d been doing and told me it had a shelf life, and she’d done it without softening it or making it a performance, and that was somehow the most useful thing anyone had said to me in six weeks. She wasn’t waiting for it to make sense. She had already decided what to do with the time she had. She was just reading her book, and the lilac wig was a choice, and the sunflower tattoo caught the light when she turned a page, and she didn’t check her phone once the entire time I was watching. I thought about that for the rest of the drive home. Friday I was still wrecked.

“You think you can just let loose in the middle of the market and no one’s gonna notice?” “I didn’t—” “Don’t lie to me!” he snapped, the beer from earlier gone, replaced with that cold, focused anger that always made my stomach knot. “You think I don’t know what you are? What you’re worth?” Worth. That word made my skin crawl. The woman stepped forward, her voice low and measured. “If she’s finally unlocking her powers, we can use this. No more waiting around for scraps from the others. We’d have leverage.”

, she says in a real small voice. I nod, then remember she isn’t seeing me, “You see, this is my point, if she cant give you a reason baby then its jealousy, I know this is new but you should fight for us, I'm putting my job on the line, you should also put something on the line, even if its that friendship of yours, after all I can be your friend”, I say.

She felt even more excited. Throughout her life, only now did she have the courage to show her stepbrother’s conversational behavior. Before, fear dominates her because of the father's perceived affection for Olivia Wines' children. But now she was free to play with the emotions of poor Felix. She knew by showing a kind of courage in front of him, he could not even think that he could defeat her. Also, she had to use being Siren Mendez so that, she can could make Felix stand on his feet and should think twice about opposing her. No way she would allow him! However, she had to refrain herself from thinking such things right now. She came here not to chit-chat with this hotheaded donkey standi