The Coward Mga Nobela at Kwento

I answered to end our discussion, but he remain. He scoffed, "Coward. That's what cowards do. I am not surprised if you refuse having a fight to me because you're a f*cking coward." I looked around because of Nick's sharp tongue, "Watch your words, Nicholas. I can kill you even though we're in front of everyone." "Sure. Go ahead. Kill me and show everyone you are the real criminal. Come on, show me what a coward man got. Show me no mercy," he stated with a very annoying smirked on his face.

Does he genuinely consider me a friend and a servant? "I apologize, yeah, I'll admit that I'm a complete coward, I've made plenty of mistakes. Actually, you're not the only one who's called me a coward," he confessed, a bitter smile forming on his lips. "Even my mother chose to end her life rather than witness her cowardly son. Maybe he can't imagine someone like me, who serves my father, being able to save him." After uttering those words, he let out a laugh filled with pain.

“So you lied. To me. You lied about me. You let me think you were cheating. Let me think the worst of you. You let me sign the papers. You let the world think I was nothing. All to protect me from what? From you being weak?” He closed his eyes. “I was a coward,” he said. “I was a coward. I thought pride would save you from the ugly truth. I was wrong.” My hands started to shake. “You were wrong. Oh God. Fuck this is getting worse.” The words fell out hard.

Her features tightening, finally showing emotion but after she pushed me off, ripped her arms from my grasp, my sleeves on her slipping. “You’re a fucking coward.” I spat, glaring. Annoyed as hell. “You’re a fucking coward! Keep hiding. Keep running away, crawl back into your shell, don’t defend yourself alright?? Go on being a fucking coward! Continue in your cowardliness!” She fumed. Glared. But I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

Instead, he turned away, running a hand through his hair as he paced the length of the room. I watched him, my chest heaving as I tried to make sense of the man standing before me. “You’re a coward,” I said quietly, my voice cutting through the silence like a knife. Christopher froze, his back still turned to me. “What did you say?” “You heard me,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “You’re a coward. You’d rather throw money at me and hope I disappear than face the truth. Whatever this is—whatever’s going on—you’re too afraid to deal with it.”

“I’m a coward, you know. I couldn’t even face her at that time. At that time, all I could think about was the wars that were raging on our doorsteps. I knew if I took her with me, I might send her to her death.” “Sometimes, being a coward isn’t a bad thing,” Mira replied. “Being afraid is fine. There’s nothing wrong with it. There is absolutely something wrong if you keep continuing that way. I don’t think it’s her age that’s stopping you. It’s not the wars either. It’s something else.” Liam looked at her and realized how she always could read everyone like the back of her hand. There was no mystery or secret that she couldn’t dig out, which made Liam confide in her.

You’re nothing but a coward. Slowly, Mom raised her hand and my stomach dropped.

He looked determined. “Giovanni—” I started but was interrupted by Giovanni. “You are a coward.” The word hit me harder than any blow ever had or could. I stiffened, throwing my head back, shocked. “Excuse me?” “I said,” he repeated calmly, his voice deadly in its control, “you are a coward. And you are about to lose the woman you love the same way I lost mine.” My jaw clenched. “This isn’t—” “It is exactly this,” he cut in sharply. “You think restraint makes you noble? You think distance makes you honorable? Let me tell you what it really makes you.”

He was a selfish coward whenever he got into trouble. I withdrew my gun and tilted my head. He seemed to have regained a little courage, he rubbed his hands cautiously as he spoke his next words. “One of my girls…” He says. “She’s a diligent worker and quite the beauty… I think you’ll find her rather appealing and best of all, she’s a virgin.” He laughs nervously and that was when the most utterly, gut churning disgust filled me. Morelle Reyllis was really a disgusting coward. In my world, there were gods and there were beast, those ready to devour each other and then there were scums; those who’d do anything to get a black taste of power and by all means necessary. They would drag down anyo

I struggled and kicked, but he was too strong. "You dare to call me a coward?" he growled, his face inches from mine. "I'll show you what a real man looks like." I felt a surge of fear, but I refused to give in. I glared up at him, my eyes blazing with defiance. "You'll never be a real man," I spat. "You'll always be a coward, hiding behind your wealth and power." Alpha Red's hands tore at my clothes, ripping them off with a brutal efficiency. I screamed, begging him to stop, but he just laughed.