The Coward Novels & Stories

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. "Do you both want to know what cowardice is?" I spat, my voice low and venomous. "It's having the chance to escape, to fight for your people, and refusing to take it. That's cowardice!" Richard's eyes flashed with warning. "Shh, reduce your voice. They might hear us." I glared at him. "Why do you care? You're not planning on escaping anyway, are you?" I sneered, my anger boiling over. They looked away, avoiding my gaze. I felt a pang of frustration and hurt.

"Do I look like a that? Are all humans so rude?" "Only when they're woken up by someone crawling on them," Rhychard said, shifting in the bed so that he sat up and stared down at the intruder. "Now, before I get my flyswatter, mind telling me who and what you are?" "Flyswatter?" The man put his hands on his hips and glared at the Warrior, which only made Rhychard want to laugh. "I can see why the Land Under doesn't like you. You're a rude, obnoxious, arrogant…"

How odd, that he can go from vengeful spirit to almost kind in the blink of an eye. He didn't say anything, but his arm stayed around my shoulders as we walked down one of the corridors carved into the rock, stopping in front of a solid iron door. There was no lock or any type of keyhole on this one. Instead, Theron simply reached out and rested his fingertips against the material. The door shook and screeched for a second, then went still. I sucked in a deep breath and stood tall, trying to project some confidence into my stance. Time to show the Council how terrifying I was.

Just crossed the room slowly, every step deliberate. “I needed to talk to you.” he said at last. She set her pen down. “Now?” “Yes. Now.” Something in his voice — urgent, raw — made her heart twist. “What is it, Damian?” For a long moment, he just stood there, watching her. Then he exhaled, the sound heavy with everything unsaid. “I’ve been a coward.” Her brows lifted. “That’s… a start.” He gave a quiet, humorless laugh. “I’ve spent my life building walls. Telling myself that needing anyone was weakness. That caring meant giving people the power to hurt me.”

"Cowardly." That surprised me. Cade Blackwood admits cowardice. He crossed the room to where I stood by the window, stopping just close enough that I could feel his body heat but not close enough to touch. "The truth is, I don't know how to introduce you," he said quietly. "You're not my girlfriend. That word is too small for what you are to me. You're not my stepsister; that's a legal fiction that makes me want to commit violence. You're not my lover, though you are that too. You're just, " He broke off, frustrated. "You're Scarlett. You're everything. And I don't have a word for that."

Please, I hardly practiced and I can't even keep my balance when I hit, Thomas knows that well. — No, but thanks for the tempting offer. — What a coward — Rebecca murmurs — days ago you fought with your partner and now you don't want to, a real coward. Good. This is getting stupid. I wouldn't let him call me a coward in front of so many people. If I had to fight to prove my bravery, I would gladly do so. - Stop! — Trevor appears in my salvation. Great, now I'm going to look three times as much of a coward if he let a man come save my ass.

“Why did you not speak? Why did you let them die?” His head dropped, a shudder wracking his entire body. When he looked up, his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. The proud Alpha was gone, laid bare as the traumatized boy he had been. “I was… a coward.” The admission was ripped from him, filled with a self-loathing so profound it echoed my own.

"Have you ever thought about talking back to them ?" I shook my head . " They have done so much for me , I can't disrespect " I replied . "Then you are a coward " I frown . "Why am I coward ?" I asked . " Because you let yourself be brainwashed by them , Because you never reason with any of their decisions , if it means you aren't strong enough to believe yourself , It basically means you are a coward " ~&~

His voice cracked. “I can’t do it anymore. I can’t lose you because I was too much of a coward.” The word coward sliced through me. He said it like it was poison. I reached out before I even thought about it, grabbing his sleeve. My voice was shaky but steady enough. “You’re not a coward. You’ve been surviving. That’s different.” He looked at me like I’d just handed him oxygen. Silence again, but softer this time. Not heavy. Fragile.

At Coco words, Christian sneered and threw his phone away. "He became a coward. He is living like a wet dog with the fear of Nikolai, and expecting me to live like him too. Stupid Coco. You wait and see how I deal with that Nikolai now. That bi*ch will become my Wh*re" he thought out loud with confidence.