The Coward Novels & Stories

"Why the fuck will you hit me, bitch?" "Because I just realised how deep your cowardice has eaten you, Richard. You were a coward when you suggested that I shouldn't take up my sister's case, you were a cowards when you visited my ward and pressed your disgusting, slimy lips to mine. You were a coward for trying to get between my sister and I, you were a coward for ordering that my sister be taken off life support with the lame excuse of being uncertain about her recovery and now that she has proven you wrong, you're still being a coward for refusing to face her !"

“But if you keep on doing this, I don’t think ma’am Adira will open her heart for you.” It is hard to admit it, but Chadwick will agree with his words. Yes. It’s his fault. He confessed that he’s the coward man who cannot even be true to himself. “I will tell this to you since we’re out from work and I have an excuse since I drank some alcohol,” Neil continued. “But sir, stop being coward. If you really wanted madam, be a man before it’s too late.” Neil yawned hardly before he sat on the sand.

The corridor is long and cold and silent and I walk the length of it thinking about Amanda's light under her door, about Aurora's face in the range, about the particular arithmetic of keeping the people you have left. If being a coward means they stay whole. Then fine. I'll be the biggest one alive.

the man looks up and stops tying Ismail to the chair. “I am talking about you. You are a coward.” “What did you just call me?” he says already getting angry, not what I planned for, but it was expected. “You heard me right. You are a coward.” “You are a funny lady because I doubt you can do anything besides look pretty. But you sit there and call me a coward. If anyone should be called a coward, it should be you! Because I bet the only thing you know how to do is sit around and look pretty,” he rants getting into my face to say it.

“I’m tired of being used as your puppet. Of being forced to bow to rules you bend for yourself.” “I’m keeping you alive.” “No,” I said, stepping forward. “You’re keeping her locked up for your pride. You’re letting them treat her like a criminal because you’re afraid of appearing weak. But this—this is cowardice.” His eyes burned now. “You’re calling me a coward?” “I’m calling this what it is,” I bit out. “Cowardice disguised as tradition.” He strode up to me in two steps, nose to nose now, eyes alight with fury. “Are you daring me, boy?”

Being at the same rank as Colton, Jonathan was also an expert in his own right. Being provoked in such a manner at the meeting, wouldn’t he be too humiliated to lift his head after this if he didn’t respond at all? If the Right-wing troops found out their leader was behaving like a coward in front of the Left-wing Lieutenant, Jonathan could forget about becoming their leader. Instantly provoked, Jonathan pointed his finger at Colton’s nose while yelling, “Colton, you jerk. Who’s a coward, eh? You’re the coward!” Colton sneered and took a few steps to the center of the room. “Great! You said it. I can defeat you with a single move, Jonathan. Do you believe that

“He was afraid of you. He was afraid of your power. He was afraid of your strength. He was afraid of what you were always meant to be. A king.” “He is a coward,” his grandfather said, his voice a cold, terrifying sound. “He is a coward who runs when things get difficult. He is a coward who will hide until he thinks the storm has passed. He will not hide for long. He is too arrogant. He is too proud. He will make a move. He will make a move, and when he does, we will be waiting. He thinks he can hide. He thinks he can run. But he can’t run from me. He can’t run from us. He’s a part of our business, our legacy, and we need to cut him out. We need to cut him out like a cancer.”

He continued, each word coming out of his mouth hitting me like a wrecking ball. “Day and night I’ve convinced myself that I could do it, that I could send you out of this house and not feel the least bit bothered about it but I can’t.” “It’s just a lie that I tell myself every single day because just before I could even get the chance to see you in the morning, I run away because I can’t show such weakness.” He smiled bitterly. “Forget being the most feared man in the country, I’m a coward, Maeve, nothing but a big fat coward, a ruthless fool that’s undeserving of anything good but then again, I look in your eyes for the tiniest moment and I’m convinced.”

"I need to know why I'm here. I need to know if you're truly just pathetic." He looks at me, then at the floor, then back at me. He takes a deep, shaky breath, and the words, once they start, spill out in a torrent of shame and self-loathing. "I’m a coward. I’ve always been a coward. I called you names because I was scared. I was scared of what I felt. I’m disgusting. I’m a hypocrite. I deserve every bit of this." My heart, which has been an engine of cold cruelty, almost falters. The words, said aloud, are far more devastating than I ever imagined.

] [He's literally the only wimp in the whole car. Travis held his phone up to his mouth and shouted into the live stream, "Everybody, type 'coward'! Let our boy here see what you guys think!" The word filled the screen, one after another, like a wall closing in one brick at a time. Curt threw his head back laughing. "See that? Thirty thousand people think you're a coward. Still gonna say you won't get out?" I glanced at them and repeated myself. "Yeah. I'm a coward. A total coward."