The Coward Novels & Stories

'You are a coward' David is feeling like he became a laughing stock among his warriors, all because of Riley. Her 'coward' comment is making him furious. He wanted to slap that smirk off her face and see the fear he witnessed earlier, even though it was just for a moment.

The voice exclaimed louder than the former time. "Then why are you hiding yourself behind a voice developed by cowards who developed it to hide their insecurities behind it, So I see, You are not just a coward but a weakling, a terrible weakling with bad strategy skills," Rachel laughed at him too, or though it was forced, she was determined to show him that two could play this game to and that she wasn't scared of someone who was scared of revealing themself. "I'm not a weakling and I'm not a coward, I don't fucking need to prove that to you because that's not why I'm here," The voice said.

"What if I'm just a coward, too afraid to face my fears?" Abhay's expression softened, and he reached out to cup my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze. "You're not a coward, Mikalya," he said firmly, his eyes searching mine for any hint of doubt. "You're the strongest person I have met and it’s alright to be scared sometimes, that’s what makes us more human. But that doesn’t make you a coward." For a moment, we stood there in silence, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air between us and as I looked into his eyes filled with a mixture of admiration and curiosity, I couldn't help but feel a pang of frustration rising within me.

“You would’ve stood up for me. Fought for me. For us. But you didn’t. You stayed silent.” I didn't have any justification or defence for what happened. No excuse would fix what I’d done—or what I didn’t do. “I was a coward,” I whispered. Anna didn’t answer. I looked at her again, really looking this time as if I was looking directly into her soul. She looked strong on the surface but it will take someone that has known her before like me to tell that she was weak. Her face was like a piece in a coloured museum but just empty and showing blank cardboard paper,

“I’ll make them pay, I swear—” “Too late,” he cut me off, his voice cold as ice. He was close now, the heat of him pressing against me, his scent choking my senses. “You’re a coward,” I snapped, fists clenching, my voice raw. “You knew your weak-ass warriors couldn’t take us alone, so you ganged up, hit us in the dark. Pathetic.”

“Do you want to delay some time? I’m sorry, I’m not interested in you. I just want to deal with the two people in the car!” He was not stupid at all. He could tell Thomas’ thought at a glance. Thomas helplessly shook his head. “I’ve seen a lot of cowards, but I never met such a timid person like you. Anthony Quinn, you couldn’t win over me in drinking, fine. But you also can’t win over me in fighting. Not only you can’t win over me, you don’t even have the courage to fight me. Please don’t call yourself Anthony Quinn. It’s appropriate to change your name to Coward Quinn.”

She stamped her feet on the ground protestingly. It irked me further that she kept on denying a known fact. Something that had already been confirmed. I turned around, the slight pity I previously felt for was all gone in a flash. She didn't deserve it. A coward is someone who does something wrong and still insists on denying it - that was what she was; a coward! " No it's not. You will show us exactly where you are keeping Roshni and after that, we will hand you over to the police," mom said, sternly.

My dad has ever been someone who coerced or forced his beliefs on anyone, and neither does he sympathize when things go rough for any of us. I heaved a long sigh and sat up straight on my bed. According to the text sent to me. Who was I? The coward or the brave man? I hated to be called a coward, but I guess my recent behavior gave me out as a coward, which I'm not. “Adam! No more being a coward. What are you so afraid of that you cannot face? If I was going to be a coward, then why did I carry out such actions? I carried out my plans with my head held high, I'm not going to keep hiding like a kitten, afraid of sunlight.

He paused for a moment, studying me with that same intense look. “Doesn’t that make you a coward?” he asked. The question hung between us. For a moment, everything seemed to slow. The noise from the corridor faded into the background. The people passing by disappeared from my awareness. Even the frustration that had been simmering inside me seemed to pause, gathering itself into something far more dangerous. Because that word landed differently. Coward. Out of everything he could have called me, that was the one word he chose. And somehow, it struck a nerve.

“You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re a coward.” That felt like a punch to the gut. Antonio went still. Completely still. “Say that again,” he said quietly. Leo didn’t hesitate. “You’re a coward.” Antonio’s grip shifted, fisting tighter in Leo’s shirt. “You don’t get to call me that,” he growled against the trembling of his heart. “I absolutely do,” Leo fired back. “Because I lived it.” Antonio’s expression darkened. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”